Scotland the brave

Hark, when the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling,
loudly and proudly calling, down through 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 river,
land of my heart for ever, 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.


Far off in sunlit places,
sad are the Scottish faces,
yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beaming, 
love sets the heart a-dreaming,
longing and dreaming for the homeland again.


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