A Song Of Fatherland

I've waniicred east, I've wandered west. In gypsy y se ■ raadotn roamer. Of men ana maleta i've k;; iwn the bist, Li];e the far traveled king in Homor. But, oh, for the land that bore mei Oh, for the stout old land Of breezy Ben and winding glen And roaring fiood and sounding strand. j I've stood where stands in pillarfid pride The shrine of Jove's spear shaking daughter, And humbled Persia atained the tide I Of f ree Greek seas with heaps of slaughter. I've stood upon the rocky crest Where Jove's proud eagle spreads his pinion, Whore looked the god far east, far west, And all he 6aw was Rome's dominion. I've seen the domos of Moscow far, In green and golden glory gleaming, And stood where sleeps the mighty czar, By Nova's flood so grandly streaming. I've stood on many a famous spot Where blood of héroes flowod like rivera, Where Deutschland rose at Gravelotte, And dashed the strength of Gaul to shivera. I've fed my eyes by land and sea, With sights of grandeur o'er me But still my heart remains with thee, Dear Scottish land, that stoutly bore me. Oh, for the land that bore mei Oh, for the stout old land, With mighty Ben and winding glen, Stout Scottish land, my own dear landl