Hail Scotland be my bride From north to south cold breeze and fire Hail Scotland be my bride From east to west wild winds and water
The thistle will guide me From Krikwall to Dumfries The thistle will guide me From Aberdeen to Portree
Wherever I roam no matter my goal Boobries haunting lakes sleeking at moonlight Where the earth meets the sea and the sea meets the sky Dear Scotland will you be my bride