G
Hark when the night is falling, hear ! hear the pipes are calling,
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G
D
loudly and proudly calling, down thro’ the glen.
G
There where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping,
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G
D
G
high as the spirits of the old Highland men.
D
G
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
Em
D
A7
D
D7
high may your proud standards gloriously wa ve!
G
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
C
G
D
G
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.
G
High in the misty Highlands out by the purple islands,
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G
D
D7
brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
G
Wild are the winds to meet you, staunch are the friends that greet you,
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G
D
G
kind as the love that shines from fair maidens’ eyes.
D
G
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
Em
D
A7
D
D7
high may your proud standards gloriously wa ve!
G
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
C
G
D
G
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.
A
Far off in sunlit places, sad are the Scottish faces,
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A
E
E7
yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
A
Where are the tropics beaming, love sets the heart a-dreaming,
D
A
E
A
longing and dreaming for the hameland again.
E
A
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
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E
B7
E
E7
high may your proud standards gloriously wa ve !
A
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
D
A
E
A
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.
D
E
A7
E7
B7
C
Em
D7
G
A
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