The Auld Kirk o' Scotland
Murray, George
Published 1845
The gude auld Kirk 0’ Scotland, The wild winds round her blaw,
And when her foemen hear her sough, They prophecy her fa’ ;
But what although her fate has been Amang the floods to sit
The gude auld Kirk o’ Scotland, She’s nae in ruins yet !
There may be wrath within her wa’s, What reck ! her wa’s are wide ;
It’s but the beating of a heart, The rushing of a tide,
Whose motion keeps its waters pure ; Then let them foam or fret,
The gude auld Kirk 0’ Scotland She’s nae in ruins yet !
She was a lithe, she was a licht, When a’ thing else was mirk,
An’ mony a trembling heart has found It’s bield behind the Kirk ;
She bore the brunt, and did her due, When Scotland’s sword was wet,
The gude auld Kirk 0’ Scotland, She’s nae in ruins yet !
The clouds that overcast her sky Maun shortly flit awa’,
A bonnie, blue and peaceful heaven Smiles sweetly through them a’ |
Her country’s life-blood’s in her veins, The wide warld’s in her debt !
The gude auld Kirk 0’ Scotland, She’s nae in ruins yet !
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