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Céad míle fáilte
Welcome to Scottish.biz - whether you are from Aberdeen, Aberystwyth,
Abbottabad or the Abemama Atoll we are delighted that you are visiting our
website. Here you will find everything to do with our beautiful country of
Scotland - with pictures of our majestic mountains and tranquil lochs and
information on our history, people and language. You can find out about
Scottish Clans, Tartans, Kilts, Ceilidhs, Bagpipes, Midges, Monsters (even
the Loch Ness Monster is here) and
Ghosts (visit our webcams). And if that were not enough there is also Scottish Poetry, Songs and
Nursery Rhymes for you to enjoy.
So please have fun on
our website - and 'haste ye back'.
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Scotland
Facts |
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Capital |
Edinburgh |
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Largest City |
Glasgow |
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Official Languages |
English, Gaelic, Scots |
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Area |
78,772 km² (30,414 sq mi) |
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Population |
5,168,500 (2008 est.) |
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Population Density |
64/km² (167.5/sq mi) |
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Currency |
Pound sterling (GBP) |
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Longest River |
River Tay 193km
/ 120 miles |
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Highest Mountain |
Ben Nevis 4406 feet
1344 metres |
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Largest Loch |
Loch Lomond (60 sq km)
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40 km (24 miles) long |
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National Anthem |
Flower of
Scotland or
Scotland
the Brave |
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Number of Scottish Islands |
Around 800 - though some are no
more than large rocks |
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Largest Island |
Lewis and Harris in the Outer
Hebrides
Area 217,898 hectacre :
Population : 19918 |
Scottish
Jokes
Kihara made a strong start in the Loch Ness Marathon and even by the mile mark had a decisive lead. However, as he rounded the next corner he was shocked to see a kilted figure a few hundred yards ahead of him. Annoyed that he wasn't in the lead he upped his pace. By the six mile mark he had reduced the gap enough to see that the leader was carrying a sheep under each arm. Kihara dug in deep but gradually the kilted runner increased his lead again. As he approached the hill at eighteen miles Kihara once again grew close to the leader. Pushing with all his might Kihara drew level at the top of the hill. Through puffs and pants he gasped to the Scotsman, 'Why are you making things so difficult for yourself - you could be leading by miles if you weren't carrying those sheep.' 'Och Ah'm no' in the race laddie,' replied the Scotsman, 'Ah jist grudge the bus fare tae take ma sheep tae the market.' [From Why Did the Haggis Cross the Road by Stuart McLean]
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Saltire - the Scottish
Flag
The Flag of Scotland, also known as the Saint
Andrew's Cross or The Saltire, is the national flag of Scotland. The Saltire
differs from the Royal Standard of Scotland in that it is the Saltire that is
the correct flag for all individuals and corporate bodies to fly in order to
demonstrate both their loyalty and Scottish nationality. It is also, where
possible, flown from Scottish Government buildings every day from 8am until
sunset. According to legend, the Christian apostle and martyr Saint Andrew, the
patron saint of Scotland, was crucified on an X-shaped cross at Patras,, in
Achaea. Use of the familiar iconography of his martyrdom, showing the apostle
bound to an X-shaped cross, first appears in the Kingdom of Scotland in 1180,
during the reign of William I. This image was again depicted on seals used
during the late 13th century; including on one particular example used by the
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Scottish Nursery Rhyme
Here we go round the
jingo-ring
Here we go round the jingo-ring, The jingo-ring, the jingo-ring, Here we go round the jingo-ring, About the merry-ma-tanzie.
Twice about and then we fa', Then we fa', then we fa', Twice about and then we fa', About the merry-ma-tanzie.
Choose your maidens all around, All around, all around, Choose your maidens all around, About the merry-ma-tanzie.
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Scottish Piper |

Girl in a mini kilt
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Tossing the Caber |

Robert Burns |

Haggis climbing a mountain |

Scottish Thistles |

Scottish Whisky |

Mull from Iona |

Forth Railway Bridge |

Loch Lomond |

Buachaille Etive Mòr
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Charles Rennie MacIntosh
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Scottish Songs
Caledonia by Dougie MacLean
I don't know if you can see The changes that have come over me. In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away So I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think about where I came from And that's the reason why I seem So far away today
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me And now I'm going home If I should become a stranger You know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving Proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing Found others on the way I have kissed the ladies and left them crying Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have
travelled hard with coattails flying Somewhere in the wind
(Chorus) Now I'm sitting here before the fire The empty room, the forest choir The flames that could not get any higher They've withered now they've gone But I'm steady thinking my way is clear And I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow Then I will disappear
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Scottish Poems from No'
Rabbie Burns by Stuart McLean:
A Hundred of Us Remain Alive
Chorus:
Honest men, let us fight for freedom,
Let us rise and be a nation once more,
Honest men, let us fight for freedom,
But maybe no’ ‘til East Enders is o’er.
Our history is slowly melting,
Washed away by the anaesthetic drips,
Of soap operas, computer games,
Instant coffee, burgers and chips.
The Highland Clearances no longer fires our rage,
The Declaration of Arbroath no longer fuels our pride,
Now we only don the kilt for weddings,
To smile at the camera and kiss the bride.
For centuries we fought for our wee bit hill and glen,
Rejoiced every victory and mourned each cruel defeat,
Now our only rebellious act is switching channel,
While the wife is watching Coronation Street.
At Bannockburn we stood strong and showed our might,
We died at Culloden but not without a bloody fight,
Now our patriotism is confined to the football stadium,
Accepting defeat as if it were our right.
O, Robert the Bruce where are you now?
Prince Charlie will your wife not let you come?
Or are there not a hundred of us remain alive,
Would even give up the telly to fight for our freedom?
Copyright Stuart McLean
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