Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' 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 river,
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 maiden's 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 river,
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 river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the rye
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body cry?
Ilka lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, hae I
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' thro' the rye.

Gin a body meet a body
Comin' frae the town
Gin a body kiss a body
Need a body frown?
Ilka lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, hae I
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' thro' the rye.

'Mang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e myself
But what his name or whaur his hame
I dinna care to tell
Ilka lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, hae I
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' thro' the rye.

Wha wadna' fecht for Cherlie?
Wha wadna' draw the sword?
Wha wad nae up an' rally
At the royal Prince's word?

Think on Scotland's ancient heroes
Think on foreign foes to fell
Think on glorious gruesome Wallace
Wha the proud usurpers quelled!

Wha wadna' fecht for Cherlie?
Wha wadna' draw the sword?
Wha wad nae up an' rally
At the royal Prince's word?

Rouse ye rows o' kilted warriors
Rouse ye heroes o' the North
Rouse and join your chieftains' banners
'Tis your prince that leads you forth!

Wha wadna' fecht for Cherlie?
Wha wadna' draw the sword?
Wha wad nae up an' rally
At the royal Prince's word?

See the northern Clans advancing
See Glengarrie and Montiel
See the brandished broadswords glancing
Highland hats of cruel steel

Wha wadna' fecht for Cherlie?
Wha wadna' draw the sword?
Wha wad nae up an' rally
At the royal Prince's word?

Know our Prince has raised his banner
Know triumphant is our cause
Know the Scottish Lion rallies
Let us fight for Prince and laws!

Wha wadna' fecht for Cherlie?
Wha wadna' draw the sword?
Wha wad nae up an' rally
At the royal Prince's word?