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 Auld Scotia Tree. --The lassie of the glen Auld Scotia thou'rt my native land, Thy snaw clad hills are dear to me, Thy rocky glens me better please, Then distant lands across the sea. Nae foreign land tho' e'er so fine, shall ever gain my heart fræ thee I'll rether roam thro' scotia's shores, For scotia thou'rt for ever free. Thy peaceful shepherds tend their flocks, Contented they seek not command. The husbandman his labour sees, All thriving well beneath is hand. Some foreign Empires boast of wealth, Of greater pomp and luxury; Here health and strenth and beauty meet, And scotia thou'rt for ever free.