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There is an isle, a bonnie Isle,
Stands proudly from,
stands proudly from the sea
And dearer far than all this world
Is that dear Isle, is that dear Isle to me.
It is not that alone it stands
Where all around is fresh and fair,
But because it is my native land,
And my home, my home is there.
But because it is my native land,
And my home, my home is there. Farewell, farewell, though lands may meet,
May meet my gaze,
My gaze where’er I roam.
I shall not find a spot so fair
As that dear Isle, as that dear isle to me.
It is not that alone it stands
Where all around is fresh and fair,
But because it is my native land,
And my home, my home is there.
But because it is my native land,
And my home, my home is there.
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