Scotland The Brave

Intro: Bb - Eb - F - Bb

[Verse 1]
    Bb
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded 
waters,
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Her vines and her bowers and her 
F
soft sunny skies.
    Bb
Her sons drinking love, from the 
eyes of her daughters,
      Eb      Bb           F     
Where freedom expires amid 
       Bb               A G
softness and sighs.

[Chorus]
F                             
Scotland's blue mountains wild, 
        Bb               F
where hoary cliffs are piled,
Bb          Am           Gm     
Towering in grandeur are dearer 
    F
tae me.
Bb
Land of the misty cloud, land of the
 tempest loud,
Eb          Bb              F   
Land of the brave and proud, 
         Bb             Eb Bb F Bb
land of the free.

[Verse 2]
  Bb
Enthroned on the peak of her own 
highland mountains,
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    Bb        Am            Gm   
The spirit of Scotia reigns 
        F
fearless and free.
    Bb
Her green tartan waving o'er blue 
rock and fountain,
    Eb          Bb             F 
And proudly she sings, looking 
       Bb               A G
over the sea.

[Chorus 2]
F                             Bb 
Here among my mountains wild, I 
             F
have serenely smiled,
     Bb         Am       Gm      
When armies and empires against 
       F
me were hurled.
Bb
Firm as my native rock I have 
withstood the shock,
   Eb          Bb          F     
Of England, of Denmark, of Rome 
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and the world.


[Verse 3]
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,
F             C             G   
Triumphantly riding through ruin
     C                    B A
 and death.

[Chorus 3]
G                              C 
Bold hearts and nodding plumes 
                     G
wave o'er their bloody tombs,
C           Bm          Am
Deepeyed in gore is the green 
             G
tartan's wave.
C
Shivering are the ranks of steel, 
dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G     
Victorious in battlefield 
       C
Scotland the brave.

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