Scotland 2
Scots they be a hardy bunch in any weather
Ceilidhs yae dance to bagpipes and drums
Oats might be simple, but they are our fuel
Tourists are strangers but are true friends
Laughter like fine medicine, so a wee dram
A wee walk oot in fields of Heather yae go
Nothing will beat open doors and fresh air
Did yae get a wee chill, or find life in the hill
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