What's the spring-breathing jasmine and rose ? What's the summer with all its gay train Or the splendour of autumn to those Who've bartered their freedom for gain? Let the love of our land's sacred rights To the love of our people succeed Let friendship and honour unite And flourish on both sides the Tweed.
No sweetness the senses can cheer Which corruption and bribery bind No brightness that gloom can e'er clear For honour's the sum of the mind
Let virtue distinguish the brave Place riches in lowest degree Think them poorest who can be a slave Them richest who dare to be free