Scots, wha hae at Paris bled,

Scots, wham Cook hath aften led,

Welcome to the white, green, red,

Of your ain Great Exhibition.

Now's the day and now's the hour;

Though you have no Eiffel Tower!

See the bawbees pile and pour;

All the world shall crowd to see!

Wha will want to pinch and save?

Wha to see it will not crave?

Wha will not declare it brave?

Far from Edinbro' let him flee!

Wha will wish to see the sight

Of the graund electric light,

And the "Kiowatt" of might?

Caledonian! on wi' me!

Ninety acres on the plain!

Almost apes the Show by Seine.

Won't folk flock by tram and train

To our International Show.

Let the Incandescents glow,

Sixteen thousand, row on row!

Sandy all the world will show

He will beat the best—or die!