Monday, 8 February 2010

Stirling Castle - 17

Another splendid painting in the museum shows the Regiment proudly marching out of the main entrance to the Castle.

There is always something uplifting about seeing and hearing military pipers.

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.

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