There's a castle in a glen that speaks of Scotland,
An island in a Hebridean sea,
But while loch and ben may awe you,
Burns cascade afore you,
The real heart o' Scotland beats in me.

And I declare its glory's in my freedom,
Its richness and its honour's being free.
There's a world to face, but no prouder race,
For the heart of Scotland beats in me.

There's a canny skill and drive that speaks of Scotland,
Its genius spreads our fame 'cross monie sea.
But while glories past may awe you,
Tales of old enthrall you,
The real heart o' Scotland beats in me.

And I declare ...

Caledonia, my country, each generation new,
Has left its print embedded, each step one step till now.
Caledonia, my country, one thousand years rolled on,
Let hist'ry judge its finest, the vict'ries we have won.