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HERE LIES OUR LAND by KATHLEEN JAMIE Here lies our land: every airt Beneath swift clouds, glad glints of sun, Belonging to none but itself. We are mere transients, who sing Its westlin' winds and fernie braes, Northern lights and siller tides, Small folk playing our part. 'Come all ye', the country says, You win me, who take me most to heart.