Henry, Scots Wha Hae Wie Wallace Bled (scots)
In arts and arms Escotia stands IH-N AA-R-T-S AH-N-D AA-R-M-Z IH-S-K-OW-SH-AH S-T-AE-N-D-Z Foremost of European lands F-AO-R-M-OW-S-T AH-V Y-UH-R-AH-P-IY-AH-N L-AE-N-D-Z Dear soil ! from whence my fathers came D-IH-R S-OY-L F-R-AH-M W-EH-N-S M-AY F-AA-DH-ER-Z K-EY-M I bless and hail thy worth and fame . AY B-L-EH-S AH-N-D HH-EY-L DH-AY W-ER-TH AH-N-D F-EY-M Thy sturdy sons in martial pride DH-AY S-T-ER-D-IY S-AH-N-Z IH-N M-AA-R-SH-AH-L P-R-AY-D With their good broad-swords by their side W-IH-DH DH-EH-R G-UH-D B-R-AO-D-S-AO-R-D-Z B-AY DH-EH-R S-AY-D In tartain plaid and bonnets blue IH-N T-AA-R-T-AH-N P-L-AE-D AH-N-D B-AA-N-AH-T-Z B-L-UW A band of Heroes in review . AH B-AE-N-D AH-V HH-IH-R-OW-Z IH-N R-IY-V-Y-UW Scotland excels in peaceful arts : S-K-AA-T-L-AH-N-D IH-K-S-EH-L-Z IH-N P-IY-S-F-AH-L AA-R-T-S Her pulpits warm the coldest hearts ; HH-ER P-UH-L-P-IH-T-S W-AO-R-M DH-AH K-OW-L-D-AH-S-T HH-AA-R-T-S In poetry her Thompson shines IH-N P-OW-AH-T-R-IY HH-ER T-AA-M-P-S-AH-N SH-AY-N-Z And thrills us with his glowing lines . AH-N-D TH-R-IH-L-Z AH-S W-IH-DH HH-IH-Z G-L-OW-IH-NG L-AY-N-Z Ramsay and Burns each in their day R-AE-M-Z-IY AH-N-D B-ER-N-Z IY-CH IH-N DH-EH-R D-EY Attune their lyres in sweetest lay , AH-T-UW-N DH-EH-R L-AY-ER-Z IH-N S-W-IY-T-AH-S-T L-EY While Scot ascends Parnassus heights W-AY-L S-K-AA-T AH-S-EH-N-D-Z P-AA-R-N-AE-S-AH-S HH-AY-T-S And all the listening world delights . AH-N-D AO-L DH-AH L-IH-S-AH-N-IH-NG W-ER-L-D D-IH-L-AY-T-S - But - useless grown my broken shell B-AH-T Y-UW-S-L-AH-S G-R-OW-N M-AY B-R-OW-K-AH-N SH-EH-L I bid the land of cares farewell AY B-IH-D DH-AH L-AE-N-D AH-V K-EH-R-Z F-EH-R-W-EH-L Oppressed with the lapse of time AH-P-R-EH-S-T W-IH-DH DH-AH L-AE-P-S AH-V T-AY-M I faintly dream of Auld Lang-Syne . AY F-EY-N-T-L-IY D-R-IY-M AH-V AO-L-D L-AE-NG-Z-IY-N