Scotland the Brave

<|nb> <|nb|> <|nb|> <i Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

oh. Oh oh oh oh. Oh.</i <|nb|> <|nb|> Hark when the

night is falling here. Here the pipes are calling, loudly and proudly

calling. Down through the glen there where the hills are sleeping

now feel the blood a leaping. High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering and gallant fame. Scotland my mountain hame high,

may her proud standards gloriously wave. Land of my high endeavour. Land of the

shining river. Land of my heart forever. Scotland the brave. High in the