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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.
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Andrew Mcintyre
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