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| O' Canada
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O' Canada! Our Home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons' command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
the True North strong and free
From far and wide,
O' Canada, We stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land, glorious and free,
O' Canada, We stand on gard for thee,
O' Canada, We stand on gard for thee.
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| God Save the Queen |
God save our gracious Queen,
Long live our noble Queen
God save the Queen
Send her victorious.
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us.
God Save the Queen.
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| The Star Spangled Banner |
O say, can you see by the dawn's early light,
What so proudley we hailer at the twilight's last gleaming.
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perlious fight.
O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our Flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
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| Flower of Scotland |
Oh, Flow'r of Scotland,
When will we see
Your like again.
That fought and died for,
yer wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
The Hills are bare now
And Autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
O Flower of Scotland
When we we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for,
yer wee bit Hill and Glen,
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.
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| Scotland The Brave |
Hark, when the night is falling, hear, hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen.
There, where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men
Chorous:
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavor, land of the shining river, land of my heart forever,
SCOTLAND THE BRAVE
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