Scotland The Brave
Hark when the night is falling I hear the
pipes are calling Loudly and proudly calling
Down thro' the glen. There where the hills
are sleeping Now feel the blood a-leaping High
as the spirits of The old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame Scotland my mountain
hame High may your proud standards Gloriously
wave.
Land of my high endeavour Land of the shining
silver Land of my heart forever Scotland
the Brave.
High in the misty Highlands Out by the purple
islands Brave are the hearts that beat Beneath
Scottish skies. Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you Kind
as the love that shines From fair maidens eyes.