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Air sgiath a’ seòladh nan neòil
’S an domhain liath
Mar dhealbh a’ tighinn beò tro na sgòthan
’S mi a’ tilleadh gu tìr

Alba nam beanntan àrd
Nan acraichean lom
Thairis air na lochan mointich
Nan coilltean ’s nan gleann

Alba

Ach ’s e sealladh leòinte is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn
Talamh àlainn nan daoine
Fhathast an làmhan duine no dithis

Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a’ tuath
An taigh-mòr falamh ann Dùn-Èideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth

Alba

Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus nach bi àite anns an tìr
’S an gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth

Ach ’s math dhomh bhith seo an dràsd
A’ cur fàilt air a’ bhlàths
’S an tìr a tha cho ùr dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi ’nam phàisd

Alba

This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land

I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lochs
The forests and the glens

Scotland

But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few

I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice

Scotland

You that have laid field upon field
House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth

But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born

Scotland

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