title: Scots Wha Hae Wie Wallace Bled. -- Old Song
author: Henry Livingston Jr.
date: 1827
source: manuscript book of daughter Jane Livingston (Thomas Collection), poems in Henry Livingston's hand; signed "H.L.", aged 78. URL: https://www.henrylivingston.com/writing/poetry/scots.htm (fetched via https://web.archive.org/web/20250522014047/https://www.henrylivingston.com/writing/poetry/scots.htm)
form: iambic tetrameter
lines: 20
attribution: certain
notes: Serious tribute to Scotland; ends with old age and Auld Lang Syne. Site heading/headnote: Scots Wha Hae Wie Wallace Bled. --Old Song. MS scan: https://www.henrylivingston.com/writing/poetry/janesdoublepages/p72-p73.htm

In arts and arms Escotia stands
Foremost of European lands
Dear soil! from whence my fathers came
I bless and hail thy worth and fame.

Thy sturdy sons in martial pride
With their good broad-swords by their side
In tartain plaid and bonnets blue
A band of Heroes in review.

Scotland excels in peaceful arts:
-Her pulpits warm the coldest hearts;
In poetry her Thompson shines
And thrills us with his glowing lines.

Ramsay and Burns each in their day
Attune their lyres in sweetest lay,
While Scot ascends Parnassus heights
And all the listening world delights.

-But - useless grown my broken shell
I bid the land of cares farewell
Oppressed with the lapse of time
I faintly dream of Auld Lang-Syne.