Written by Cliff Hanley in 1956 for Robert Wilson.See also (Kerr's Music Publishers). 
The music is often played on bagpipes without words.

Scotland the Brave

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, 
Lad of my high endeavour, 
Land of the shining river, 
Land of my heart for ever, 
Scotland the brave.