GOD save old Scotland! Such a cry Comes raving north from Edinburgh. It shakes the earth, and rends the sky, It thrills and fills true hearts with sorrow. There's no such place, by God's good grace, As smoky hell's dusk-flaming cavern? Ye fools, beware, or ye may share The hottest brew of Satan's tavern . Ye surely know that Scotland's fate Controls the whole wide world's well- being; And well ye know her godly state Depends on faith in sin's hell-feeing. And would ye then, false-hearted men, From Scotland rape her dear damnation? Take from her hell, then take as well From space the law of gravitation. A battle-cry for every session In these wild-whirling, heaving last days: Discard for ever the Confession; Abolish, if you choose, the Fast-days; Let Bible knowledge in school and college No more be taught-we'll say, 'All's well .' 'Twill scarcely grieve us, if you but leave us For Scotland's use, in Heaven's name, Hell." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |