Scotland The Brave Tab par Traditional Scottish

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    A#
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters,
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Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
    A#  
Her sons drinking love, from the eyes of her daughters,
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Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.


Chorus:

F                                     A#
Scotland's blue mountains wild, where hoary cliffs are piled,
C           A#           G          F
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me.
A#
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud,
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Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.


  A#
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,
    D#        A#            F                             
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free.
    A#
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,
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And proudly she sings, looking over the sea.


Chorus:
F                             A#
Here among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled,
C               A#              G       F
When armies and empires against me were hurled.
A#
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock,
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Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.


C
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,
F              C             G
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path.
C
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing,
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Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.


Chorus:

G                              C
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
D            C           A              G
Deep-eyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
C
Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

G                              C
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
D            C           A              G
Deep-eyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
C
Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.