From Shetland’s cliffs to Solway Firth’s tide, Where silver rivers sweep with pride, The thistle blooms in storm and sun, A thousand voices joined as one. Through ancient glen and city bright, By loch that mirrors northern light, Our hearts beat strong in tartan thread— For those who live and those long dead. Chorus O Scotland fair, our shining flame, In hope and honour we proclaim: With open hand and fearless heart, In freedom’s light we stand apart. From age to age let this be true— The brave, the kind, the bold, the new. O Caledonia, proud and free, Our song shall rise eternally. Verse 2 From Edinburgh’s crown of ancient stone, To Glasgow’s streets where dreams are grown, In learning’s hall and shipyard’s flame, We carved a future from our name. The poet’s pen, the healer’s art, The engineer’s enduring heart— In science, song, and liberty, We shaped the world across the sea. Chorus O Scotland fair, our shining flame, In hope and honour we proclaim: With open hand and fearless heart, In freedom’s light we stand apart. From age to age let this be true— The brave, the kind, the bold, the new. O Caledonia, proud and free, Our song shall rise eternally. Verse 3 Remember still William Wallace’s stand, And Robert the Bruce’s guiding hand, The Covenanters’ steadfast cry, The quest for justice standing high. Yet more than battle, more than scar, We are the light that travels far— A welcome warm to every shore, A nation built on “evermore.” Bridge O Highlands wide and Islands fair, O Lowland fields beyond compare, In Gaelic song and Doric tongue, In every faith and every young— We weave one flag from many strands, One future shaped by many hands. Final Chorus O Scotland fair, our shining flame, In hope and honour we proclaim: With open hand and fearless heart, In freedom’s light we stand apart. Let courage lead, let kindness guide, Let wisdom walk at freedom’s side. O Caledonia, proud and free, Our song, our land, our destiny.
