The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Nov 25, 2004
The Lion1
The lion prowls the countryside
From glen to glen and mountain high
Over brook and stream
Loch and valley
The lion roars
In the wind the saltier blows
In our hearts a tune we sing
In heather the wind douth blow
As we sing our hymn
White on blue the flag doth flutter
The pipes they play our song
Come and sing my counties brothers
Our fathers come and beat the drum
Across the swords dance fair girls
Our clans tartan on your shirt
Oh bonnie land of Scotland
Oh come reclaim your pride
Oh bonnie land oh Scotland
Show them we have not died
My country proud
My people strong
Come tell me here and now
Is this a land worth fighting for?
Where our ancestors have lain
Oh my home fair Scotland
My heart you do hold
For no matter where I go
I am a lion true and bold.