O’ Scotland proud mist clad land Where beauty can fill your heart, Nestled with castles grand Where every pathway does start.

In gentle hills with soaring peaks Where eagles fly in the breeze, Your true independence speaks Unto the rest of the seas.

Engraved in Highland mists of lore Where ancient clans grew strong, Unrivaled beauty to explore From lochs to far beyond.

So cherish this precious place The magic makes it unique, People here so full of grace Where legends do seek.