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 Land o' the shining river land o' 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. (REPEAT CHORUS)
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