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 endeavor Land of the shining river Land of my heart forever Scotland the brave!
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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 endeavor
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart forever
Scotland the brave!
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okay, I guess it's more of a "whooommmmdeediddidlywhoooooommmmuuuuumoot"
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