The exiled Scot Is never free From the attachment To the land of their birth The heart can love Anywhere in the world, But the exiled soul Yearns for home The call of home, once a whisper Becomes louder every day I am not going home to die I am going home to live

Ae* Fond Kiss Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights …

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Due to the COVID -19 pandemic, the band has been unable to practice or perform together for over four months. Piper Tim Hutchinson arranged “The Sound of Silence” for the pipes, including five harmony parts.   Thirty band members recorded individual parts on their phones and it was merged into this final piece.   Audio …

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