Now when the pipes are ringing and the kilts are swinging
And your heart is singing as you gaily march along.
You can hear the story that is brave and roary
In the tunes of glory of an old Scots song.
If you're standing near them and you ever hear them
You will want to cheer them as you feel the glory there
Because the rhythm fills you and the drum beat wills you
And the music thrills you of the old BLACK Bear
Brave are the orders we carry before us
Brave are the hearts that will lift in the chorus
Hear them playing, hear them saying
That's the story in the tunes of glory