Scotland my Home by John Horne

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SCOTLAND MY HOME
By John Horne.
CC 1951

Grand are the bens of thee, rocks of thee, sands of thee.
Bold are the shores of thee harried with foam;
And its oh, to be great for thee, small for thee, nought for thee,
Only to live for thee Scotland my Home !

Wild are the hills of thee, moors of thee, glens of thee,
Brave are the deeds of thee written in tome;
And its oh to be swift for thee, slow for thee, stand for thee,
Only to slave for thee, Scotland my Home !

Dear are the hearths of thee, mounds of thee, graves of thee,
Fair is each hall of thee, steeple and dome;
And its oh to be hot for thee, warm for thee, cool for thee,
Only to bear for thee, Scotland my Home.

Fain I remember thee, think of thee, dream of thee –
Proud is my love of thee, nursed on thy loam;
And its oh but to live for thee, slave for thee, bear for thee,
Aye – OR TO DIE FOR THEE - Scotland my Home.


NB At the suggestion of a Thurso reader, the above lyric has been set to music
By Ian Gourlay, Composer and arranger of the Scottish BBC Variety Orchestra.
It may yet become one of Scotland’s most popular patriotic songs.
( ‘Scotland’ has been substituted for ‘Caithness’ to make it a National song ! )