Six popular songs (1840-1850)/Scotland yet

SCOTLAND YET.

Gae bring my gude auld harp ance mair,
⁠Gae bring it free and fast,
For I maun sing anither sang
⁠Ere a’ my glee be past;
An’ trow ye as I sing my lads,
⁠The burden o’t shall be—
Auld Scotland’s howes, and Scotland’s knowes,
⁠Aud Scotland’s hills for me;
I’ll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
⁠Wi’ a’ the honours three.

The heath waves wild upon her hills,
⁠And foaming frae the fells,
Her fountains sing of freedom still,
⁠As they dash down the dells;
For weel I lo’e the land, my lads.
⁠That’s girded by the sea—
Then Scotland’s vales, and Scotland’s dales,
⁠And Scotland’s hills for me;
I’ll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
⁠Wi’ a’ the honours three.

The thistle wags upon the fields
⁠Whare Wallace bare his blade,
They gave her foemen’s dearest blude
⁠To dyo her auld grey plaid;
And looking to the lift, my lads,
⁠He sang this doughty glee :—
Auld Scotland’s richt, and Scotland’s micht,
⁠And Scotland’s hills for me;
I'll drink a cup to Scotland yet,
⁠Wi’ a’ the honours three.

They tell o’ Ian’s wi’ brichter skies,
⁠Whare freedom’s voice ne’er rang;
Gi’o me the land whare Ossian dwelt,
And Coila’s minstrel sang—
For I’vo nae skill o’ lan’s, my lays,
⁠That kenna to be free—
Then Scotland’s richt, and Scotland’s micht,
⁠And Scotland’s hills for me;
I’ll drink a cup to Scotland yet.
⁠Wi’ a’ the honours three.

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