Scotland The Brave (reinhören)

Hark when the night is falling
Hark hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling
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.