Scotland The Brave

[CaptainBloodscalp]

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 mountains,

Out by the purple highlands,

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

[CaptainBloodscalp]

Fiddler's Green

As I walked by the dockside one evening so fair

To view the still water and take the salt air

I heard an old fisherman singing His song

Said, take me away boys my time is not long

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumpers

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates

And I'll see you one day on Fiddler's Green

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell

Where fishermen go when they don't go to hell

Where weather is fair and the dolphins do play

And the cold coast of Greenland is far far away

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumpers

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates

And I'll see you one day on Fiddler's Green

Where the sky's always clear and there's never a gale,

and the fish jump on board with one swish of there tails,

You can lie in your hammock, there nothing to do,

Cuz' the Captain's below getting drunk with the crew,

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumpers

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates

And I'll see you one day on Fiddler's Green

When you get on the docks and the long trip is through

There's pubs and there's clubs and Lassies there too

Where the girls are all pretty and the beer's always free

And there's bottles of Rum hanging from every tree

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumpers

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates

And I'll see you one day on Fiddler's Green

Now I don't want a harp nor a Halo not me

Just give me a breeze and a good rolling sea

I'll play me old guitair as we sail along

With the wind in the rigging to sing me this song

Wrap me up in my oil skins and jumpers

No more on the docks I'll be seen

Just tell me oul ship mates I'm takin' a trip mates

And I'll see you one day on Fiddler's Green: