THE LAND OF THE THISTLE.
Tune...Black Jock.
fame,
The land of the Ocean and Anglean Name,
With the red blushing roses and Shamrock ⟨so⟩
green,
For dearer to me are the hills of the north,
The land of blue mountains, the birth-place ⟨of⟩
worth,
Those hills where freedom has plac’d her abode,
And those wide spreading glens where no ⟨slave⟩
ever trode,
Where grows the red heather
And Thistle so green.
Though rich be the soil where blossoms the ⟨rose,⟩
And bleak are our mountains and covered with
snows;
Where grows the red heather and Thistle so green,
Yet, for friendship sincere, and for loyalty true,
And for courage so bold. that ne’er foe ⟨could⟩
subdue,
Unmatched is our country, unrivall’d our ⟨swains,⟩
And lovely and true are the Nymphs on ⟨our⟩
