Words, merely humble words
are a gift that many have
Tae conjure an image of
a forgotten time an'
tae hear o' long ago
tae listen intently
wi' ones heart
ay that mystical place
I yearn tae show
listen wi' yer heart
experience wi' yer soul
travel upon a journey
lose control
o' ones feelings
join wi' me now
take jist one ste[
aye, let us travel taegaither
sail across loch
step ashore
stroll o'er bonny purple heather
hear a stag's mighty call
see mist carress a glen,
listen tae folk
aye friendly folk
wha' bide in a wee butt an' ben
careful tho' afore ye tak'
one sma step ,
lest ye' drift awa'
for there and only there alone
ye'l see and expeience mony a thing sae bra'
meet oor ancestors frae lang ago
hear o' battle hard
shed tears on Glencoe
aye 'at terrible nicht
whan there fate wis the turn o' a card
Culloden, aye the aftermath
Cumberland took his revenge
but noo today, we'l mak' a stand
aye, we will finally avenge
come, join, experience
what nae ithers can dae'
for I write, my gift is frae
the heart and the spirits o
Scotland fa' run free
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