Schiehallion
Come charge up your glasses and lets drink a toast,
To the bold Scottish heroes and the proud Scottish host
To the battles weve won and the few that weve lost,
Heres a health tae the back o Schiehallion
The Blue Belle of Scotland is hangin her head
And the lion once rampant is lying like dead
To grieve for their country whose courage has fled
Far awa tae the back o Schiehallion
Chorus:
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion
God speed the day when the Scots are awake
The fetters of England to crack and to break
And stand by their freedom their birthright to take
Heres a health tae the back o Schiehallion
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion.
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion.
Gordon Menzies
Come charge up your glasses and lets drink a toast,
To the bold Scottish heroes and the proud Scottish host
To the battles weve won and the few that weve lost,
Heres a health tae the back o Schiehallion
The Blue Belle of Scotland is hangin her head
And the lion once rampant is lying like dead
To grieve for their country whose courage has fled
Far awa tae the back o Schiehallion
Chorus:
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion
God speed the day when the Scots are awake
The fetters of England to crack and to break
And stand by their freedom their birthright to take
Heres a health tae the back o Schiehallion
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion.
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o Schiehallion.
Gordon Menzies
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