Scotland The Brave

Hark when the night is falling.

Hear! Hear the pipes are calling,

Loudly and proudly calling down through the glenn.

There where the hills are sleeping,

Now feel the blood a-leaping,

High as the spirit

Of the old Highland men.

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 maiden's eyes.