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| SCOTLAND THE BRAVE THE NATIONAL ANTHEM. |
| Hark when the night is fallin'. Hear ! hear the piper acallin', Loudly and proudly calling. Down through the Glen, There where the hills are sleepin'. Now feel the blood aleapin', High as the spirits of the auld Hi'land men ... Towering in gallant fame. Scotland my mountain hame, High may your proud Standards. Gloriously wave, Land of my high endeavor. Land of the shining river, Land of my heart forever. Scotland the Brave ... High is the misty Hi'Land's. Out by the purple Island's, 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 a fair maiden's eye's. ... Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame. High may your proud Standard's. Gloriously wave, Land of my high endeavor. Land of the shining river, Land of my heart forever. SCOTLAND THE BRAVE ... |
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