On the run-up to St Andrew's Day, Sir Walter Scott's celebrated lines on national pride and identity make their point without any implication of jingoism.

They come from Canto VI of The Lay of the Last Minstrel.

MY OWN, MY NATIVE LAND!

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land!

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd

As home his footsteps he hath turn'd,

From wandering on a foreign strand!..

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?