Hark when the night is falling, hark 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 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 love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
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.
Our "unofficial" motto: CHB, -if- we were organized we would be scary and when we -are- organized we are terrifying! (Contributed by Friday)
reread/rechecked 08-27-01
reread/rechecked 08-27-01
updated 08-26-01
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