Fareweel Our Ancient Glory

Fareweel to a’ our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory; Fareweel ev’n to the Scottish name, Sae fam’d in martial story. Now Sark rins over Solway sands, An’ Tweed rins to the ocean, To mark where England’s province stands- Such a parcel of rogues in a nation! What force or guile could not subdue, Thro’ […]

Both Sides the Tweed

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. […]