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Scotland the Brave
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Hark when the night is falling,
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Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
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Loudly and proudly calling,
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Down thro' the glen.
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There where the hills are sleeping,
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Now feel the blood a-leaping,
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High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
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Towering in gallant fame,
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Scotland my mountain hame,
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High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
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Land of my high endeavour,
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Land of the shining river,
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Land of my heart for ever,
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Scotland the brave.
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High in the misty Highlands
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Out by the purple islands,
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Brave are the hearts that beat
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Beneath Scottish skies.
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Wild are the winds to meet you,
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Staunch are the friends that greet you,
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Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes.
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Far off in sunlit places
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Sad are the Scottish faces,
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Yearning to feel the kiss
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Of sweet Scottish rain.
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Where the tropics are beaming
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Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
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Longing and dreaming for the hameland again.
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