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Hark when the night is fallin,
hear, hear the pipes a'callin
Loudly and proudly callin' down thru the glen.
There where the hills are sleepin',
now feel the blood aleapin'
High as the spirits of the old highland men!
Towering in gallant fame, Land of the high endeavour, High in the misty highlands, Wild are the winds to meet you, Towering in gallant fame, Land of the high endeavour, Faroff in sunlit places, Towering in gallant fame, Land of the high endeavour, END !!
Scotland the mountain hame!
High may your proud standards glor....ious....ly wave!
land of the shining river,
Land of my heart, forever,
Scotland the brave!
out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies!
staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the light that shines from fair maidens eyes!
Scotland, my mountain hame!
High may your proud standards glor....ious....ly wave!
land of the shining river,
Land of my heart,forever,
Scotland the brave!
sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearnin' to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain!
Where tropic skies are beamin,
love sets the heart adreamin',
Longin' and dreamin' for the homeland again!
Scotland, my mountain hame!
High may your proud standards glor....ious....ly wave!
land of [the shinin' river,
Land of my heart,
forever,
Scotland the brave!
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