"Scotland the Brave"
Hark! Hark, the night is calling.
Hear, hear 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 heilan men.
Tow'ring in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame.
Lang may your proud banners gloriously wave.
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave.