England has given us the names To adorn Canadian Thames, And charms to them she has lent In Oxford, Middlesex and Kent, She Essex kisseth in her mouth, And Scottish names, one north, one south,...
A buffalo, lord of the plain, With massive neck and mighty mane, While from his herd he slowly strays, He on green herbage calm doth graze, And when at last he lifts his eyes...
In summer time we roam o'er dingle, But winter draws us round the ingle, Why do you remain thus single, When love would make two hearts tingle, Pray, tell me why my dearest wingle,...
We love cold water as it flows from the fountain, Which nature hath brewed alone in the mountain; In the wild woods and in the rocky dell, Where man hath not been but the deer loves to dwell;...
A pleasing sight to-day we see, Four churches joined in harmony, There difference was but trivial, But strove each other to outrival. In friendship now they do unite, And Satan only they do fight,...
The South of Scotland did produce Heroic Wallace and the Bruce, And even time will never blot The record of her Burns and Scott, And Tanahill renowned bard, And that sweet songster Ettrick Shepherd.