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 In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was 
a man of sense. I read more 
 In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was 
a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has 
any, leaves it as fast as they can. 
 Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed 
over the face of the whole earth. But as read more 
 Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed 
over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no 
greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out 
on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would 
a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all 
one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more 
comfort of them there than we do here. 
 Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
 Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
  If there's a hole in read more 
 Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
 Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
  If there's a hole in a' your coats,
   I rede you tent it:
    A chield's amang you takin notes,
     And, faith, he'll prent it. 
 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch 
understanding.  
 It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch 
understanding. 
 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. 
 O Caledonia! stern and wild,
 Meet nurse for a poetic child!
  Land of brown heath and shaggy read more 
 O Caledonia! stern and wild,
 Meet nurse for a poetic child!
  Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
   Land of the mountain and the flood,
    Land of my sires! what mortal hand
     Can e'er untie the filial band,
      That knits me to thy rugged strand! 
 The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
 True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
  Are read more 
 The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
 True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
  Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
   Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here? 
 The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road 
that leads him to England.  
 The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road 
that leads him to England. 
 In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit 
of their understandings, but by avowing read more 
 In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit 
of their understandings, but by avowing that they have been 
consummate villains. Stavano bene; per star meglio, stanno qui.