Land of my Dreams ©
Ian McCrae
Sydney, Australia
2002
Land of my dreams, where mountains are tall,
Land of the heather, I hear your call,
Pride in my homeland, instilled by my kin,
Conflicts unite us; with pride we can win.
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Land of my dreams, where mountains are tall,
Land of the heather, I hear your call.
Return our land, our own Scottish tongue,
A heritage by right, of our very young,
We have the glory we have the might
Stand for the Tartan, we can do it right.
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United in glory, a nation of might,
Stand for the tartan, we can do it right,
Regrets and remorse will remain in the past,
Our Clan system restored at long last.
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The treaty of union, is over and done,
A new day is dawning, by right we have won,
Proudly we stand, with our heads high,
Stand for the tartan, is our battle cry.
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