No one owns Scotland not crown, not throne The land owns itself, and the people alone. The record is clear from the old Arbroath line Sovereignty rests with the people by design. Through centuries carried in quiet and pride, The truth stayed alive though the world turned wide. No one owns Scotland she’s not bought or sold She’s a lion of sunlight, fierce and old. And the chorus roars bright as the Cuillin in dawn No one owns Scotland she stands on her own. Not a possession, not a prize to claim, But a nation alive with a living name. No one owns Scotland she’s wild and free, She will walk in the world as she’s meant to be. Copyright 2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
