Land of the thistle and the rowan tree

Scotland a nation, proud and free.

Under the Saltire, flying high for me,

Leading us onward to victory.

Aiming high for all to see,

Together we stand, with faith in our land.

In times of trial and in victory,

Scotland we will be there.

High in the mountains the die was cast,

By our forefathers in the past.

Vows of unity and peace were made,

In a Highland cathedral, where the pipers played

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