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Air sgiath a’ seòladh nan neòil ’S an domhain liath Mar dhealbh a’ tighinn beò tro na sgòthan ’S mi a’ tilleadh gu tìr Alba nam beanntan àrd Nan acraichean lom Thairis air na lochan mointich Nan coilltean ’s nan gleann Alba Ach ’s e sealladh leòinte is gann Tha an seo aig ceann thall an linn Talamh àlainn nan daoine Fhathast an làmhan duine no dithis Cuibhlean stolda mu dheas Na fasaichean a’ tuath An taigh-mòr falamh ann Dùn-Èideann Gun chumhachd gun ghuth Alba Sibhse chuir achadh ri achadh Taigh ri taigh Gus nach bi àite anns an tìr ’S an gabh sibh comhnaidh air leth Ach ’s math dhomh bhith seo an dràsd A’ cur fàilt air a’ bhlàths ’S an tìr a tha cho ùr dhomh an diugh Is a bha i nuair bha mi ’nam phàisd Alba This flight is sailing through the clouds And the blue heavens The homeland appears like a developing photograph Through the mists as I return to land I see Scotland of the high mountains And the empty acres Flying low across the moorland lochs The forests and the glens Scotland But it's a wounding and a hollow sight Here as we reach the end of the century The beautiful soil of the people Still in the hands of the few I see the wheels of industry at a standstill And the northern lands wasted And the empty house in Edinburgh Without authority or voice Scotland You that have laid field upon field House upon house Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone In the midst of all the earth But it is good for me to be here now As I welcome the warmth In this land that's as exciting for me today As it was the day I was born Scotland