|Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.|
|Up wi the flowers o Scotland,|
The emblems o the free,
Their guardians for a thousand years,
Their guardians still well be.
A foe had better brave the deil
Within his reeky cell,
Than our thistles purple bonnet,
Or bonny heather bell.
HoodThe Flowers of Scotland.
|When on the breath of Autumns breeze,|
From pastures dry and brown,
Goes floating, like an idle thought,
The fair, white thistle-down;
O, then what joy to walk at will,
Upon the golden harvest-hill!