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Land o the mists an glens, land o the water o life. Land o the heathery hills, land o the mountains tall. Land o the magic tales, land o sacred oak. Land o my birth and life, land o forests dark. I would cross the mighty seas of foam, The highest mountains would I roam, Rushing streams I would cross, To lay my head at my home. Land o warriors strong,land o the poets song, Land o salmon leaps, where eagles fly free, Land that is ancient and old,land where tales told, Land o heroes wielding axe and sword. This rugged land ,carved from rock, Washed by sea swells, where seabirds dwell, Where harbours built,strong and safe, To rest again at my home hearth.