Tom: Dm
Intro: Bb - Eb - F - Bb
[Verse 1]
Bb
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters,
Eb Bb F
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
Bb
Her sons drinking love, from the eyes of her daughters,
Eb Bb F Bb A G
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.
[Chorus]
F Bb F
Scotland's blue mountains wild, where hoary cliffs are piled,
Bb Am Gm F
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me.
Bb
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud,
Eb Bb F Bb Eb Bb F Bb
Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.
[Verse 2]
Bb
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,
Bb Am Gm F
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free.
Bb
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,
Eb Bb F Bb A G
And proudly she sings, looking over the sea.
[Chorus 2]
F Bb F
Here among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled,
Bb Am Gm F
When armies and empires against me were hurled.
Bb
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock,
Eb Bb F Bb Bb C
Of England, of Denmark, of Rome 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 C B A
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.
[Chorus 3]
G C G
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
C Bm Am G
Deepeyed 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 G
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
C Bm Am G
Deepeyed 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.
