Blue Bells of Scotland

The Bluebell of Scotland

The rose, summer's emblem

'tis England's chosen tree

And France decks her shield

with the stately Fluer-de-lis

But brighter, fairer far than these

There blooms a flower for me,

Tis the Bluebell, the Bluebell

On Scotland's grassy lea

Where from the dark, up springs the lark

The rising sun to see!

Where from the dark, up springs the lark

The rising sun to see!My land! native land!

Where afar my steps have been,

Blue skies charm the eyes,

And the earth is ever green.

Yet dwelt my heart 'mid Scotland's glens,

Where aye in thought was seen,

The Bluebell, the Bluebell,

Amid the bracken green,

And brighter far than sun or star,

The eyes of bonnie Jean!

And brighter far than sun or star,

The eyes of bonnie Jean!The Thistle, Scotland's badge

Up from Freedom's soil it grew,

Her foes aye found it hedg'd round

With rosemarie and rue.

And, emblem that her daughters were modest, leal, and true,

From off the rocks, to deck their locks,

They pluck'd the Bell of Blue!

The Heathbell, the Harehell,

Old Scotland's Bell of Blue!

The Heathbell, the Harebell,

Old Scotland's Bell of Blue!

from Rampant Scotland

 

Tomorrow, the song and Arthur Pryor