Oh Scotland, land of rugged hills, Where misty mountains touch the sky, A land of lochs and rolling rills, Where eagles soar and seagulls cry.

The heather blooms in purple haze, Like a carpet spread across the moors, And the wind whispers through the braes, Like a symphony of nature’s scores.

The glens are deep and dark as night, Where stags roam free and badgers play, And the streams flow crystal clear and bright, Like diamonds sparkling in the day.

Oh Scotland, land of ancient lore, Where history and beauty intertwine, A land of magic and so much more, A place that’s forever in my mind.