I am so glad I am a Scot,
I feel sorry for,
Those that are not.

We Scots have a tradition,
To love all people,
No matter what the condition.

We have castles in our land,
Buildings that,
Only a Scot would understand.

In our loch we have something That lurks,
There to look for,
By many jerks

In our highlands you can ski,
It will be fun,
For you and me.

We have the oldest golf course in the world.
That is where, The game of golf to the world,
Was unfurled .

So come to our country,
Of the sights,
You'll say gee.

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