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Air
sgiath a' seoladh nan neoil
'S an domhain liath
Mar dhealbh
a' tighinn beo tro na sgothan
'S mi a' tilleadh gu tir Alba
nam beanntan ard
Nan acraichean lom
Thairis air na lochan
mointich
Nan coilltean 's nan gleann
Alba, Alba
Ach
'se sealladh leointe is gann
Tha an seo aig ceann thall an
linn
Talamh alainn nan daoine
Fhathast an lamhan duine no
dithis Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas
Na fasaichean a tuath
An
taigh-mor falamh an Dun-Eideann
Gun chumhachd gun ghuth
Alba,
Alba
Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh
Taigh ri taigh
Gus
nach bi ait anns an tir
An gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth
Ach
's math dhomh bhith seo an drasd
A cur failt air a' bhlas
'San
tir a tha cho ur dhomh an diugh
Is a bha i nuair bha mi 'nam
phaisd
Alba, Alba
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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,
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, 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, Scotland
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