Hark when the night is falling Hear! hear the pipes are calling Loudly and proudly, Down thro' 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 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. Towering in gallant fame, etc. 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 theheart a-dreaming, Longing and dreaming for the homeland again. Towering in gallant fame, etc.
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