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)