SCOTLAND, country of my birth, My heart clings close to thee; -- As clings the tendril to the vine, And ivy to the tree; -- The glorious East -- the boundless West -- The sunny South's rich charms, Are poor to him who Scotland loves -- Whose heart the tartan warms; -- My heart aye warms to the tartan, And wheresoe'er I roam, I'll love the tartan kilt and plaid As dearly as my home! Dear Scotland, how thy mem'ries crowd Within my fervent soul! Thy fame shall make thy sons feel proud While years and ages roll; Unconquer'd in the grand old days By proud imperial Rome! And still we've tartan'd warriors left To guard our mountain home! -- My heart aye warms, &c. Lang may the Rose of England twine With Erin's Shamrock green! And lang may Scotland's Thistle wave, And Lion'd flag be seen! God grant our land the joys of peace, But should the war-blast roar, The tartan'd kilt will to the front, And conquer as of yore! My heart aye warms to the tartan, And wheresoe'er I roam, The tartan kilt and plaid I'll love As dearly as my home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN |