Scotland The Brave by Unknown
Hark, hark, the night is falling
Hear, hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down through the glen
Here where the hills lie sleeping
now feel the blood a leaping
high as the spirits of the old highland men
(Chorus)
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land o' the high endeavour
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