HEATHER BELLS IN SCOTTISH SCENERY. 



Our Ain Land 



They boast o' lands wi' fairer skies, 



And fields o' brighter bloom; 

 But leeze me on our heather-land, 



Wi' a' its hamely gloom 

 And, tent me weel, there's mony a blink 



Its darksome moods atween; 

 Sweet sunny blinks, that paint our hills 



Wi' tints o' gowd and green. 



Hurrah, and hurrah, 

 And hurrah, my merry men ! 

 I wadna gi'e our ain land 

 For a' the lands I ken. 



William Ferguson. 



The Land o' Cakes 



Fair flower the gowans in our glens, 



The heather on our mountains ; 

 The blue-bells deck our wizard dens, 



An' kiss our sparkling fountains. 

 On knock an' knowe, the whin an' broom, 



An' on the braes the breckan ; 

 Not even Eden's flowers in bloom 



Could sweeter blossoms reckon. 



John hnlah. 

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