Scotland the Brave: fun new lyrics

With the “international” judges issue currently one of the day’s hottest subjects of discussion, it’s not surprising that a few folks might be prone to make light of the touchy topic. We recently received the following revision to the lyrics to “Scotland the Brave.” We hope you can have a good laugh.

 

 

Hark when the pipes are calling,

Foreign judges loudly bawling,

Loudly and proudly greetin’,

Down thro’ the glen.

Look at me, not judging the World’s,

Telling bands about their birls,

Now I’m in the beer tent, all thro’ the day.

 

Towering in gallant fame,

Scotland my piping hame,

High may your judging standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,

Land of the Shepherd chanter,

Land where they’ve used you,

And tossed you away.

 

High in the pipe band tower,

Embelton will sit and glower,

Bloody foreign judges need to comply!

Meantime Scottish judges happy

Getting’ more gigs and avoiding crappy

Seats and spectator conditions at the World’s and Cowal.

 

Towering in gallant fame,

Scotland my piping hame,

High may your judging standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,

Land of the Shepherd chanter,

Land where they’ve used you,

And tossed you away.

 

Far off in sunlit places,

Sad are the pipe band 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 contest field again.

 

Towering in gallant fame,

Scotland my piping hame,

High may your judging standards gloriously wave,

Land of my high endeavour,

Land of the Shepherd chanter,

Land where they’ve used you,

And tossed you away.