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We are the Scotsmen we are
young and old
Sailed the world our stories told
Shared our honors, And set lands free
Thats made a life for you and me
We have a country where the grass is green
The purple heather a romantic scene
The snowy gowans on the roadsides bare
The pheasant flies in the autum air
We are the Scotsmen from a land thats ours
Tree's of Pine, smell like the summer flowers
We are the Scots and we know our place
Freedom calls throughout the land with grace
copyrighted November 2002 |
