Scotland, the Brave
Cliff Hanley
Hark, when the night is falling, hear I the pipes a-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 forever, Scotland, the brave.
High in the misty Highlands, out by the purple island
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 in fair maidens’ eyes.
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 forever, Scotland, the brave.
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.
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 forever, Scotland, the brave.
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