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SCOTLAND, by                    
First Line: Scotland! The land of all I love, the land of all that love me
Last Line: Land of the uncorrupted heart, of ancient faith and glory!
Subject(s): Home; Scotland


SCOTLAND! the land of all I love, the land of all that love me;
Land, whose green sod my youth has trod, whose sod shall lie above me.
Hail, conntry of the brave and good; hail, land of song and story;
Land of the uncorrupted heart, of ancient faith and glory!

Like mother's bosom o'er her child, thy sky is glowing o'er me;
Like mother's ever-smiling face, thy land lies bright before me.
Land of my home, my father's land, land where my soul was nourish'd;
Land of anticipated joy, and all my memory cherish'd!

Oh Scotland, through thy wide domain, what hill, or vale, or river,
But in this fond enthusiast heart, has found a place for ever?
Nay, hast thou but a glen or shaw, to shelter farm or shieling,
That is not garner'd fondly up within its depths of feeling?

Adown thy hills run countless rills, with noisy, ceaseless motion;
Their waters join the rivers broad, those rivers join the ocean:
And many a sunny, flowery brae, where childhood plays and ponders,
Is freshen'd by the lightsome flood, as wimpling on it wanders.

Within thy long-descending vales, and on the lonely mountain,
How many wild spontaneous flowers hang o'er each flood and fountain!
The glowing furze, the "bonny broom," the thistle, and the heather;
The blue-bell, and the gowan fair, which Childhood loves to gather.

Oh, for that pipe of silver sound, on which the shepherd lover,
In ancient days, breath'd out his soul, beneath the mountain's cover!
Oh, for that great lost power of Song, so soft and melancholy,
To make thy every hill and dale poetically holy!

And not alone each hill and dale, fair as they are by nature,
But every town and tower of thine, and every lesser feature;
For where is there the spot of earth within my contemplation,
But from some noble deed or thing has taken consecration?

Scotland! the land of all I love, the land of all that love me; [me.
Land, whose green sod my youth has trod, whose sod shall lie above
Hail, country of the brave and good; hail, land of song and story;
Land of the uncorrupted heart, of ancient faith and glory!





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