West of these out to seas colder than the Hebrides I must go Where the fleet of stars is anchored and the young Star captains glow.
From the lone shieling of the misty island Mountains divide us, and the waste of seas Yet still the blood is strong, the heart is Highland, And we in dreams behold the Hebrides! Fair these broad meads, these hoary woods are grand; But we are exiles from our fathers' land.
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