Patriotism

Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill And lookit east and west; 'In a' the world,' said I to mysel', 'My ain shire is the best.' Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill And frae the hicht look't doun; 'There is nae place,' said I to mysel', 'Mair braw nor our borough-toun.' And a' be mysel' on Craigie Hill I spak in the Lord's ear; 'O! whan the haly bugles trill Lat me wauken up richt here! ~~~~~~~~~~~ When I hiked up to Craigie Hill And looked to the east and west; “In all the world” I said to myself, “My home lands are the best.” When I hiked up to Craigie Hill And from the heights looked down; “There is no place” I said to myself, “More fine than our small town.” And all by myself on Craigie Hill I spoke in the Good Lord’s ear; “Oh when that holy bugles trill Let me awake right here!”