Robert Burns

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the read more

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
The milkwhite is the slae.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long read more

O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright!