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108 THE THISTLE OF SCOTLAND.
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glens where no slave e-vertrod,"Wherebloomstbie red heather and
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this -tie so green.
Though rich be the soil where blossoms the rose,
And barren the mountains, and cover'd with snows,
Where blooms the red heather and thistle so green ;
Yet friendship sincere, and loyalty true,
And for courage so bold that no foe can subdue,
Unmatch'd is our country, unrivall'd our swains,
And lovely and true are the nymphs of our plains,
Where rises the thistle, the thistle so green.
Far fam'd are our sires in the battles of yore,
And many the cairnies that rise on our shore,
O'er the foes of the land of the thistle so green :
And many the cairnies shall rise on our strand,
Should the torrent of war ever burst on our land.
Let foe come on foe, as wave comes on w^ave,
We'll give them a welcome, we'll give them a grave
Beneath the red heather and thistle so green.
0, dear to our souls are the blessings of Heaven,
Is the freedom we boast, is the land that we live in,
The land of red heather and thistle so green !
For that land and that freedom our fathers have bled ;
And we swear by the blood that our fathers have shed,
No foot of a foe shall e'er tread on their grave ;
But the thistle shall bloom on the bed of the brave,
The thistle of Scotland, the thistle so green.