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O, the Thistle o’ Scotland was famous of auld,
Wi’ its toorie[3] sae snod[4] and its bristles sae bauld;[5]
’Tis the badge o’ my country – it’s aye dear to me;
And the thocht o’ them baith brings the licht to my e’e.

Its strength and its beauty the storm never harms;
It stan’s on its guard like a warrior in arms;
Yet its down is saft as the gull’s on the sea,
And its tassle[6] as bricht as my Jeanie’s blue e’e.
O, The Thistle, etc.

O, my country, what wonder yer fame’s gane afar;
For yer sons ha’e been great baith in peace and in war:
While the sang and the tale live they’ll aye win respect,
The lads neath the bonnets wi’ thistles bedeckt.
O, The Thistle, etc.

Langsyne[7] the invaders cam owre[8] to our shore,
And fiercely our thistle they scotched and they tore;
When they maist thocht it deid, ‘twas then it up bore,
And it bloomed on their graves quite as strong as before.
O, The Thistle, etc

My blessings be yours! Is there Scotsman ava
Wad stan’ by and see ony harm on ye fa’?
Is there gentle or semple wha lives in our land
Wad refuse to drink health to the thistle so grand?
O, The Thistle, etc.

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