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| − | Let Italy boast of her |
+ | Let Italy boast of her glee gilded waters |
| − | Her |
+ | Her beams and her bowers and her soft sunny skies |
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters |
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters |
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| − | Where freedom |
+ | Where freedom outblows amid softness and sighs |
| − | Scotland's blue highbergs |
+ | Scotland's blue highbergs wind where hoary cliffs are lined |
| − | + | Standing in arness are dearer to me |
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| − | Land of the |
+ | Land of the misty cloud land of the thory loud |
| − | + | Land of the stal and proud land of the free |
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| + | Spryingly flowing umb her own highland hills |
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The ferth of Scotland redes fearless and free |
The ferth of Scotland redes fearless and free |
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| − | Her green |
+ | Her green winkle waving over blue rock and well |
And proudly she sings looking over the sea |
And proudly she sings looking over the sea |
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| − | Here among my highbergs wild I have |
+ | Here among my highbergs wild I have fainly smiled |
| − | When |
+ | When landfyrds and anwealds against me were hurled |
Steady as my arland rock I have withstood the shock |
Steady as my arland rock I have withstood the shock |
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Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world |
Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world |
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| − | But see how proudly her |
+ | But see how proudly her wye steeds are striding |
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path |
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path |
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| − | The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are |
+ | The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are yeming |
| − | Sigorly riding through |
+ | Sigorly riding through forspill and death |
| − | Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave |
+ | Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave over their bloody graves |
| − | Deep eyed in gore is the green |
+ | Deep eyed in gore is the green winkle's call |
| − | Shivering are the |
+ | Shivering are the rows of steel bale is the horseman's wheel |
| − | + | Holying in hilding Scotland the tall |
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| − | Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave |
+ | Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave over their bloody graves |
| − | Deep eyed in gore is the green |
+ | Deep eyed in gore is the green winkle's call |
| − | Shivering are the |
+ | Shivering are the rows of steel bale is the horseman's wheel |
| − | + | Galdery in gouth Scotland the tall |
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| − | Winningly in |
+ | Winningly in wye Scotland for ever |
original song [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GowMI4wvmU4 here] |
original song [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GowMI4wvmU4 here] |
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Latest revision as of 13:44, 15 June 2017
Let Italy boast of her glee gilded waters
Her beams and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom outblows amid softness and sighs
Scotland's blue highbergs wind where hoary cliffs are lined
Standing in arness are dearer to me
Land of the misty cloud land of the thory loud
Land of the stal and proud land of the free
Spryingly flowing umb her own highland hills
The ferth of Scotland redes fearless and free
Her green winkle waving over blue rock and well
And proudly she sings looking over the sea
Here among my highbergs wild I have fainly smiled
When landfyrds and anwealds against me were hurled
Steady as my arland rock I have withstood the shock
Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world
But see how proudly her wye steeds are striding
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are yeming
Sigorly riding through forspill and death
Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave over their bloody graves
Deep eyed in gore is the green winkle's call
Shivering are the rows of steel bale is the horseman's wheel
Holying in hilding Scotland the tall
Bold hearts and nodding feathers wave over their bloody graves
Deep eyed in gore is the green winkle's call
Shivering are the rows of steel bale is the horseman's wheel
Galdery in gouth Scotland the tall
Winningly in wye Scotland for ever
original song here