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Give me but one hour of Scotland,
Let me see it ere I die.
- William Edmondstoune Aytoun,
Author: William Edmondstoune Aytoun
Source: Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers--Charles Edward at Versailles (l. 111)
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O Scotia! my dear, my native soil!
For whom my warmest wish to heaven is sent;
Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil
Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Cotter's Saturday Night (st. 20)
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It's guid to be merry and wise,
It's guid to be honest and true,
It's guid to support Caledonia's cause,
And bide by the buff and the blue!
Author: Robert Burns
Source: Here's a Health to Them that's Awa'
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Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;-
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it.
Author: Robert Burns
Source: On Captain Grose's Peregrinations Thro' Scotland
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Only a few industrious Scots perhaps, who indeed are dispersed
over the face of the whole earth. But as for them, there are no
greater friends to Englishmen and England, when they are out
on't, in the world, than they are. And for my own part, I would
a hundred thousand of them were there [Virginia] for we are all
one countrymen now, ye know, and we should find ten times more
comfort of them there than we do here.
Author: George Chapman
Source: Eastward Ho! (act III, sc. 2)
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The Scots are poor, cries surly English pride;
True is the charge, nor by themselves denied.
Are they not then in strictest reason clear,
Who wisely come to mend their fortunes here?
Author: Charles Churchill
Source: Prophecy of Famine (l. 195)
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Had Cain been Scot, God would have changed his doom
Nor forced him wander, but confine him home.
Author: John Cleveland
Source: The Rebel Scot
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The noblest prospect which a Scotchman ever sees is the high-road
that leads him to England.
Author: Samuel Johnson
Source: Boswell's Life of Johnson (vol. II, ch. V)
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In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was
a man of sense. I believe everybody of that country that has
any, leaves it as fast as they can.
Author: Francis Lockier
Source: Scotchmen
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O Caledonia! stern and wild,
Meet nurse for a poetic child!
Land of brown heath and shaggy wood,
Land of the mountain and the flood,
Land of my sires! what mortal hand
Can e'er untie the filial band,
That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Author: Sir Walter Scott
Source: The Lay of the Last Minstrel (canto VI, st. 2)
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That knuckle-end of England--that land of Calvin, oat-cakes, and
sulphur.
Author: Sydney Smith
Source: Lady Holland's Memoir (vol. II, p. 17)
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It requires a surgical operation to get a joke well into a Scotch
understanding.
Author: Sydney Smith
Source: Land Holland's Memoir (vol. I, p. 15)
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Now the summer's in prime
Wi' the flowers richly blooming,
And the wild mountain thyme
A' the moorlands perfuming.
To own dear native scenes
Let us journey together,
Where glad innocence reigns
'Mang the braes o' Balquhither.
Author: Robert Tannahill
Source: The Braes o' Balquhither
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In short, he and the Scotch have no way of redeeming the credit
of their understandings, but by avowing that they have been
consummate villains. Stavano bene; per star meglio, stanno qui.
Author: Horace Walpole
Source: To the Rev. William Mason
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