Centuries we have lived, so calm
Crossed the sea, from the east,
Then we gained our Celtic ways,
And we lived, and we loved,
But we fought, and we died,
And in my heart, i strongly feel,
Our Celtic ways, should remain,
For we Scots will now sail away,
Back to the eastern isle,
What awaits are many foe,
Celts of old, Picts and more,
Can we not stay in Hibernia,
And we lived and we loved,
But we fought and we died,
To the south, they still are true,
I wish that here, we still were too,
For now it is the end of days,
We Scots have lost our Celtic ways.
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