The North Countrie
by
Hurrah! for the land of the thistle!
The clime of the fair and free!
Where the lassies are bonnie
And loving as ony,
The pride of the North Countrie!
Where Liberty dwells on the mountain,
Where Beauty inhabits the plain,
The land that never yet bent to the yoke
Of the Roman, the Goth, or the Dane.
Hurrah! for the land of the mountain!
Hurrah! for the North Countrie!
And joy to each laddie
That weareth the pladdie,
The badge of the bold and the free!
Hurrah! Caledonia trusty!
Hurrah! Caledonia true!
We’ll pledge thy weal in thy native drink,
In a bicker of mountain dew.