| Annie Laurie | Road to the Isles | Rowan Tree medley |
|---|---|---|
| My love is like a red red rose | Scotland the Brave | Will ye no' come back again |
Scotland the Brave
Hark when the night is falling,
Hear, hear, the pipes are calling.
Loudly and proudly calling down in the glen
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel your pulse a-leaping
High as the spirits of the old highland men.
Chorus:
| Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my highland hame, Long may yon proud standards gloriously wave Land o' my high endeavour Land o' the shining river Land o' my heart forever Scotland the brave. |
Out on the purple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds that meet you,
True as the light that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
Chorus: Towering in gallant fame, etc.
Far off in tropic places,
Sad are the Scottish faces
Longing to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are gleaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Chorus: Towering in gallant fame, etc.