Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Harp of Renfrewshire

212
OLD SCOTLAND I LOVE THEE
Old Scotland I love thee ! tliou'rt dearer to me
Than all lands that are girt by the wide-rolling sea ;
Tho' asleep not in sunshine, like Islands afar,
Yet thou'rt gallant in love, and triumphant in war !
Thy cloud-cover'd hills that look up from the seas,
Wave sternly their wild-woods aloft in the breeze !
Where flies the bold Eagle in Freedom on high.
Thro' regions of cloud in its wild native sky !
For, old Scotland, I love thee ! thou'rt dearer to me
Than all lands that are girt by the wide rolling sea ;
Tho' asleep not in sunshine like Islands afar.
Yet thou'rt gallant in love, and triumphant in war !
Thou art not the land where the Olive-tree grows.
Nor the land of the Shamrock, nor land of the Rose ;
But where the green Thistle still waves its proud head,
Over heroes whose blood for their Country was shed.
For, old Scotland, I love thee ! thou'rt dearer to me
Than all lands that are girt by the wide-rolling sea ;
Tho' asleep not in sunshine, like Islands afar,
Yet thou'rt gallant in love and triumphant in war !
Then tell me of Bards and of Warriors bold.
Who wielded their brands in the battles of old ;
Who conquer'd and died for their lov'd native land,
With its Maidens so fair, and its mountains so grand !