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Scotland the Brave

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.

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Towering in gallant fame

Scotland my mountain hame

High may your proud standards

Gloriously wave!

Land of my high endeavor

Land of the shining river

Land of my heart forever

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 light that shines

From fair maiden's eyes.

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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.

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Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

O ye'll tak' the high road, and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond,
Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

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The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the woeful may cease frae their grieving.

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Skye Boat Song

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing
Onward! The sailors cry
Carry the lad that's born to be King
Over the sea to Skye

Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar
Thunderclaps rend the air
Baffled our foes, stand on the shore
Follow, they will not dare

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Many's the lad fought on that day
Well, the claymore did wield
When the night came, silently lain
Dead on Culloden field

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Though the waves leap, soft will ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head

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Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom so fresh and fair?
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I so weary, full of care.
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds
That wanton through the flowery thorn,
Ye mind me of departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

Oft have I roved by bonnie Doon
To see the rose and woodbine twine,
And ilka bird sang of its love,
And fondly so did I of mine.
With lightsome heart I pulled a rose
Full sweet upon its thorny tree
But my false lover stole my rose,
And Ah! he left the thorn with me

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, and then forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears  I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,

While the star of hope she leaves him?

Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me;

Dark despair around benights me.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,

Naething could resist my Nancy;

But to see her was to love her;

Love but her, and love forever.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly,

Had we never lov'd sae blindly,

Never met—or never parted—

We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest!

Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest!

Thine be ilka joy and treasure,

Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure!

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;

Ae fareweel, alas, forever!

Deep in heart-wrung tears   I'll pledge thee,

Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee!

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup!
and surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

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We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.

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We twa hae paddled in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roared
sin’ auld lang syne.

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And there’s a hand,
my trusty fiere!
and gie’s a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak’ a right gude-willie waught,
for auld lang syne.

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