Scotland the Brave
Hark when the night is falling,
Hear! Hear the pipes a 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.

Loch Lomond
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love spent many happy days
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Oh, You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

On The Road To Passchendaele
There’s a light that shines in Flanders
As a beacon for the brave
From the distant past it wanders
To recall the lives they gave
And it tells each generation
To be wise and never fail
To remember those who fallen
On the Road to Passchendaele
CHORUS
On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele

Soon May the Wellerman Come [Chorus]
Soon may the Wellerman come
To bring us sugar and tea and rum
One day, when the tonguin’ is done
We’ll take our leave and go

Flower of Scotland
O flower of Scotland, When will we see
Your like again, That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen, And stood against him
Proud Edward’s army, and sent him homeward
Tae think again

Amazing Grace
Amazing grace, How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I’m found
Was blind, but now I see
When we’ve been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun,
We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when we’d first begun.