Chant de type hymne, Ecosse. Paroles par Cliff Hanley, mélodie traditionnelle.

1.
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.

(Ref.)
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud stan-
-dards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

2.
High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat be-
neath 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.
(Ref.)

3.
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.
(Ref.)