My days – the blossom of my youth and the flower of my manhood – have been darkened by the dreariness of servitude. In this my native land – in the land of my sires – I am degraded without fault as an alien and an outcast.
Wake in our breast the living fires, The holy faith that warmed our sires; Thy hand hath made our nation free; To die for her is serving Thee.
Men of England! who inherit Rights that cost your sires their blood.thomas campbell
O Caledonia! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band, That knits me to thy rugged strand!
Few sons attain the praise of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!walter scott