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Will the newpi all the day highing land by a landing
Will the newpi all the day highing land by a landing
Hark when the night is falling
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 highland men
Towering in gallant fame scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavour land of the shining rivers
Land of my heart for ever scotland the brave
Far off in sunlit places sad are the scottish faces
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beaming love sets the heart a dreaming
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again
Towering in gallant fame scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavour land of the shining rivers
Land of my heart for ever scotland the brave
High in the misty highlands out by the purple islands
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
Towering in gallant fame scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavour land of the shining rivers
Land of my heart for ever scotland the brave
Land of my heart for ever scotland the brave
