| There is a land far from this distant shore
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| Where heather grows and Highland eagles soar
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| There is a land that will live ever more
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| Deep in my heart, my Bonnie Scotland
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| Though I serve so far away
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| I still see your streams, cities and dreams
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| I can’t wait until the day
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| When I’ll come home once more
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| And so Lord keep me from the harm of war
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| Through all its dangers and the battle’s roar
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| Keep me safe until I’m home once more
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| Home to my own in Bonnie Scotland
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| Land of our fathers, we will always be
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| Faithful and loyal to our own country
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| In times of danger, we will set you free
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| Lead you to glory and to victory
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| Hail, Caledonia, to our ancient prayer
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| Joining, together, with one dream to share
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| God bless the people of this land so fair
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| Gone is the past, let us start anew
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| Let this hope of peace, always remain
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| Spirit of Scotia, be strong and true
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| Then your children will smile again, again, again, again
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| Rise, Caledonia, let your voices ring
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| In this Highland Cathedral of our God and King
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| Whom, joy and liberty, to all, will bring
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| Come; |
| let your heart, with love and courage, sing
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| Lonely the exile, o’er distant seas
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| The home of their birth, gone from their eyes
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| Bring back their souls o’er the ocean breeze
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| To the land where their fathers lie |