| Air sgiath a’seoladh nan neoil
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| 'S an domhain liath
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| Mar dhealbh a’tighinn beo tro na sgothan
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| 'S mi a’tilleadh gu tir
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| Alba nam beanntan ard
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| Nan acraichean lom
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| Thairis air na lochan mointich
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| Nan coilltean 's nan gleann
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| Ach 'se sealladh leointe is gann
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| Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
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| Talamh alainn nan daoine
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| Fhathast an lamhan duine no dithis
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| Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
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| Na fasaichean a tuath
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| An taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
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| Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
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| Taigh ri taigh
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| Gus nach bi ait anns an tir
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| An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
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| Ach 's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
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| A cur failt air a’bhlas
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| 'San tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
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| Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam phaisd
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| Scotland
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| This flight is sailing through the c louds
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| And the blue heavens
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| The homeland appears like a developing photograph
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| Through the mists as I return to land
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| I see Scotland of the high mountains
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| And the empty acres
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| Flying low across the moorland lochs
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| The forests and the glens
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| But it’s
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| a wounding and a hollow sight
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| Here as we reach the end of the century
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| The beautiful soil of the people
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| Still in the hands of the few
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| I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
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| And the northern lands wasted
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| And the empty house in Edinburgh
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| Withou
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| t authority or voice
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| You that have laid field upon field
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| House upon house
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| Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
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| In the midst of all the earth
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| But it is good for me to be here now
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| As I welcome the warmth
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| In this land that’s as exciting
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| for me today
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| As it was the day I was born |