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Ah, my friends, what causes have we for gratitude--oh, yes;--for the deepest gratitude! Look at the place of our habitation. How grateful should we be that we do not leeve in the far north--oh, no!--amidst the frost and snaw, and the cauld and the weet--oh, no!--where there's a long day tae half o' the year--oh, yes!--and a lang nicht the tither--oh, yes!--that we do not depend upon the aurawry boreawlis--oh, no!--that we do net gang shivering aboot in skins--oh, no!--smoking amang the snow like modiwarts--oh, no! no!--And how grateful should we be that we do not leeve in the far south, beneath the equawtor, and a sun aye burnin', burnin'; where the sky's het--ah, yes!--and yearth's het, and the water's het, and ye're brunt black as a smiddy--ah, yes!--where there's teegars--oh, yes!--and lions--oh, yes!--and crocodiles--oh, yes!--and fearsome beasts growlin' and girnin' at ye amang the woods; where the very air is a fever, like the burnin' breath o' a fiery drawgon; that we do not leeve in these places--oh, no! no! no! no!--but that we leeve in this blessit island of oors callit Great Britain--oh, yes! yes! and in that pairt of it named Scotland, and in that bit o' auld Scotland that looks up at Ben Nevis--oh, yes! yes! yes!--where there's neither frost, nor cauld, nor wund, nor weet, nor hail, nor rain, nor teegars, nor lions, nor burnin' suns, nor hurricanes, nor----