Oh, to be in Scotland,
The land of kilts and pipes,
Oh, to see the lochs aglow
Under star strewn nights.
Oh, to be in Scotland,
Riding on the moor,
Oh, to feel the heather
And hear the ocean roar.
Oh, to be in Scotland,
With England at her feet,
Oh, to hear that wild brogue
That all in Scotland speak.
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