The Rock
Lawrence Gartshore
Oh rolling hills, oh grassy glens,
thy power and beauty know no ends.
Where men are bold and yet more wise;
a land ne’r ‘fraid to punch above its size
and repel foreign tyrants who e’er they may be,
from England, to Rome, those who plunder the sea.
A rock to those who know its love
and the promised land to those above
for God’s own land is not in the east,
but in Scotland does he make his peace.