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 Where grows the red heather And Thistle so green.

famed are our sires in the battles of yore, many a cairney does rise on our shore, the foes that invaded the Thistle so green, many a cairney shall rise o’er our strand, the torrent of war ever pour o’er our land, We’ll give them a welcome, we’ll give them a grave, Beneath the red heather And Thistle so green.

dear to our souls are these blessings of heaven, land which we boast of—that land which we live in, land of the Thistle—the thistle so green, that land, and that freedom our forefathers bled, we swear by the blood that our fathers have shed, That no foot of a foe shall e’er tread on their grave, But the Thistle shall blossom o’er the bed of the brave, The Thistle of Scotland The Thistle so green.