Hark! when the night is falling,
Hear! hear the pipes are 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.

Chorus:
Tow'ring in gallant fame,
Scotland, my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavor,
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 maidens' eyes.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

MIDI file courtesy of Taylor's Traditional Tunebook