Hark where the night is falling 
hark hear the pipes a calling 
Loudly and proudly calling down thru 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 endeavor 
Land of the shining river 
Land of my heart forever, Scotland the Brave 

High in the misty mountains 
Out by the purple highlands 
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