text:  Scotland!--dear to him was Scotland In her sons and in her daughters In her Highlands --Lowlands --Islands -- Regal woods and rushing waters;-- In the glory of her story When her tartans fired the field -- Scotland! oft betray'd--beleagur'd-- Scotland! never known to yield! Dear to him her Doric language -- Thrill'd his heart-strings at her name;-- And he left her more than rubies In the riches of his fame