text:  Sons of England!--Sons of Erin! Ye who journeying from afar Throng with us the shire of Coila Led by Burns's guiding star-- Proud we greet you--ye will join us As on this triumphant day To the champions of his genius Grateful thanks we duly pay-- Currie--Chambers--Lockhart--Wilson-- Carlyle--who his bones to save From the wolfish fiend Detraction Couch'd like lions round his grave