I was born and raised in Glasgow, in a Gallowgate
And when people spoke of my bonny land I didn't know
what they meant.
But than I took to travel, I made far and wide,
And now when I speak of my native land I speak with
love and Pride.
For I have seen the Highlands
I have seen the low,
And I will brag of my native land,
Wherever I my go.
Old Nature took a tantrum many's the day gone by,
To out-do all of her wondrous work, she thought she'd
have a try.
She toiled and she thundred, She rumbled and she
She made the Highlands of Scothland then
She threw away the mould.
Go rambling up by Oban, strolling down by Perth,
In the rugged hills of Argyllshire see the sweetest
place on Earth
Go gaze upon the Cuillins, see the Lomond in the mist
On the lovely island of Mulla hear the songbird at its
The Irish and the English, the African and Turk,
In a world of joy and of harmony together we must work.
On the shores of foreign brothers we'll lay no robber's
And all we ask is to toil and live in our own native