New song, called Auld Scotia free/Auld Scotia Free

Auld Scotia Free.

Tune.—The lassie of the glen

Auld Scotia thou’rt my native land,
Thy snaw clad hills are dear to me,
Thy rocky glens me better please,
Then distant lands across the sea.

Nae foreign land tho’ e’er so fine,
shall ever gain my heart fræ thee
I’ll rather roam thro’ scotia’s shores,
For scotia thou’rt for ever free.

Thy peaceful shepherds tend their flocks,
Contented they seek not command.
The husbandman his labour sees,
All thriving well beneath is hand.

Some foreign Empires boast of wealth,
Of greater pomp and luxury;
Here health and strenth and beauty meet,
And scotia thou’rt for ever free.

Thy healthfu’ breeze is pure and clear,
Thy sons are straping stout and braw,
Can face the foe and boldly fight,
And firmly stand nor flinch a flaw.

Nae slave shall tread thy highland hills,
Fræ galling bondage thou art free;
Nae tyrant e’er shall rule thy shores
But scotia thou’lt be ever free.

Tho’ foreign monarchs rage and try
To conquer and defeat thy fame,
Thy sons can boldly rise and will
Their laws and libertys maintain.

O let me never share the fate
Of exiles banished o’er thy sea,
Here let me live and die in peace,
Since scotia thou’rt for ever free.