Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill <br />And lookit east and west; <br />'In a' the world,' said I to mysel', <br />'My ain shire is the best.' <br /> <br />Whan I haik't up to Craigie Hill <br />And frae the hicht look't doun; <br />'There is nae place,' said I to mysel', <br />'Mair braw nor our borough-toun.' <br /> <br />And a' be mysel' on Craigie Hill <br />I spak in the Lord's ear; <br />'O! whan the haly bugles trill <br />Lat me wauken up richt here! <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />When I hiked up to Craigie Hill <br />And looked to the east and west; <br />“In all the world” I said to myself, <br />“My home lands are the best.” <br /> <br />When I hiked up to Craigie Hill <br />And from the heights looked down; <br />“There is no place” I said to myself, <br />“More fine than our small town.” <br /> <br />And all by myself on Craigie Hill <br />I spoke in the Good Lord’s ear; <br />“Oh when that holy bugles trill <br />Let me awake right here!”<br /><br />William Soutar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/patriotism-13/
