Scotland The Brave
Kenneth McKellar Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The song "Scotland the Brave" by Kenneth McKellar is a tribute to Scotland and its most iconic symbols. The lyrics are full of vivid imagery that connects the listener to the beauty of the Scottish landscape, the soul of its people, and the pride of its heritage. The first stanza sets the tone of the song by calling out to the listener to hear the bagpipes playing and the drums beating. The highlands are described as sleeping hills that come alive as the blood of the old Highland men awakens. The second stanza highlights the bravery of the Scots, who face wild winds and treacherous seas in their quest to defend their land. The lyrics speak of the loyalty of the Scottish people, who always stand by their friends and are kind to their loved ones. The third stanza is a bittersweet tribute to those Scots who have left their homeland and miss it dearly. The words describe the yearning of those who live far away from Scotland's rain and long for the homeland.


Line by Line Meaning

Hark when the night is falling
Listen for the sound as night falls


Hear! Hear the pipes are calling,
Listen! Listen to the sound of the bagpipes


Loudly and proudly calling,
The sound of the pipes is proud and loud


Down thro' the glen.
Echoing through the narrow valley


There where the hills are sleeping,
In the quiet of the sleeping hills


Now feel the blood a-leaping,
Feel your spirit stir with excitement


High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
As high as the spirits of the brave men of the Highlands in times past


Towering in gallant fame,
Standing tall and proud in glorious fame


Scotland my mountain hame,
Scotland, my home among the mountains


High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
May your flags wave with glorious pride and honor


Land of my high endeavour,
The land where I strive for greatness


Land of the shining river,
The land where the rivers sparkle and shine


Land of my heart for ever,
The land that holds my heart forever


Scotland the brave.
Scotland, the proud and courageous land.


High in the misty Highlands,
High up in the mist-covered mountains of Scotland


Out by the purple islands,
Out near the islands with their purple hues


Brave are the hearts that beat
The people of Scotland are brave and courageous


Beneath Scottish skies.
Under the skies of Scotland


Wild are the winds to meet you,
The winds of Scotland are fierce and untamed


Staunch are the friends that greet you,
The people of Scotland are loyal and true friends


Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
Their kindness is as sweet as the love that shines from a fair maiden's eyes.


Far off in sunlit places,
Far away in sunny lands


Sad are the Scottish faces,
The Scottish people far from home are longing and sad


Yearning to feel the kiss
Longing for the touch


Of sweet Scottish rain.
Of the sweet rain of Scotland


Where tropic skies are beaming,
Under the bright skies of the tropics


Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Love fills the heart with dreams


Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Longing and dreaming to return to their Scottish homeland.




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