I
Tìr na h-eachdraidh, o, tìr an t-soirbheachais,
Tìr nan aibhnichean, o, tìr nam beann
Tìr an luchd-oibre, ceangailte riut fèin!
Taigh nam fear is nam ban le chèile,
Dùthaich a tha beannaichte le a bòidhchead agus a cinneasachd
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, a thìr mhòir, dèan gàirdeachas! 𝄇
II
Ceangailte ri neach air bith ach Dia,
caitheamaid an t-oran so d'ar cloinn.
Togamaid ar n-airm, ar luchd-dùthcha,
sabaid gus an cinneach beannaichte so a chumail.
An dùthaich, seo beannaichte le dìonachd
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, a thìr mhòir, caismeachd! 𝄇
III
Còmhla èirich sinn, roinnte tuitidh sinn,
'S ann mar sin a tha ar slèibhtean buan.
Tha an Saltire mòr againn a’ riochdachadh ar gràdh
agus dìlseachd gun stad do Dhia agus do dhùthaich.
An dùthaich seo, beannaichte le a sluagh mòr
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, a thìr mhòir, gàirdeachas! 𝄇
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I
Land of history, o, land of prosperity,
Land of rivers, o, land of mountains
Land of laborers, bound to thyself!
Home of great men and women alike,
A nation blessed by its beauty and productivity
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, great land, rejoice! 𝄇
II
Bound to none but God,
let us devote this song to our children.
Let us raise our armies, our countrymen,
to fight to keep this blessed nation.
This nation, blessed by its protection and immunity
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, great land, march! 𝄇
III
Together we rise, divided we fall,
Such is the continuance of our families.
Our great Saltire represents our love
and unwavering devotion to God and country.
This nation, blessed by its great people
𝄆 O’ Hapatmitas, great land, cheer! 𝄇
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