Scotch stuff has come to stay,
Now the burr drives out the brogue;
Here in the U. S. A.
The " hoot mon " is in vogue.
Hail to the canny Scot,
He'll get what's to be got.
Scotland! Home of bag-pipes and dances,
Also of golf and the smoky high-ball;
How we love your plays and romances;
Although we don't understand them at all!
Scotland! Home of thistle and heather,
Land of the cap set off with a feather,
Upland moors and blustery weather,
Various clans we do not recall.
Scotland! Home of lasses and laddies,
All of them sweet as the lilies in spring;
Links and bunkers, foozles and caddies,
Loudly for you we sing,
To you our tribute bring;
From the land of Burns and Barrie,
Edinburgh Review and Harry!
We welcome you!
We welcome you!
