Hark, hark
the night is falling
Hear, hear
the pipes a calling
Loudly and proudly
calling down
thru the glens
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 banners
gloriously wave
Land of my
high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave
High in the
misty mountains
Out by the
purple lowlands
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
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my
mountain hame
High may your proud
banners gloriously wave
Land of my
high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave