As long as Scottish hearts beat true,
And living voices sing,
No other Scotian name so true,
Is cherished like a king. Burns taught us all to brothers be,
That everyman is great
That love - not money counts you see,
For God decides our fate. His songs and poems taught of life,
A love of nature and of God
A dream of peace and not of strife,
And freedom on each sod. As long as Scottish bagpipes play,
And Earth does steadily turn;
We'll meet with "Auld Lang Syne" this day
To honour Robert Burns!
It seems so long since you have gone,
But we in spirit still are one.
Your memory will never die.
Your presence stills my stifled cry.