Cliffs of Scotland

Cliffs of Scotland, guard them well,

Shield them from the blizzard's rage;

Let your granite towers tell

That those sleeping heroes fell

In the service of their age.

Cliffs of Scotland, they were ours!

Now forever they are thine!

Guard them with your mighty powers!

Barren are your rocks of flowers,

But their splendor makes them fine.

Cliffs of Scotland, at your base

Freedom's finest children lie;

Keep them in your strong embrace!

Tell the young of every race

Such as they shall never die.

Cliffs of Scotland, never more

Men shall think you stern and cold;

Splendor now has found your shore;

Unto you the ocean bore

Freedom's precious sons to hold.