Song | Scotland For Ever (Scotland The Brave) |
Artist | John McDermott |
Album | When I Grow Too Old To Dream |
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Scotland for ever (scotland the brave):to cliff hanley | |
Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters | |
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies | |
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters | |
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs | |
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled | |
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me | |
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud | |
Land of the brave and proud land of the free | |
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains | |
Te spirit of scotia reigns fearless and free | |
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain | |
And proudly she sings looking over the sea | |
Here among my mountains wild i have serenely smiled | |
When armies and empires against me were hurled | |
Firm as my native rock i have withstood the shock | |
Of england, of denmark, or rome and the world | |
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing | |
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path | |
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing | |
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave |
Scotland for ever scotland the brave: to cliff hanley | |
Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters | |
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies | |
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters | |
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs | |
Scotland' s blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled | |
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me | |
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud | |
Land of the brave and proud land of the free | |
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains | |
Te spirit of scotia reigns fearless and free | |
Her green tartan waving o' er blue rock and fountain | |
And proudly she sings looking over the sea | |
Here among my mountains wild i have serenely smiled | |
When armies and empires against me were hurled | |
Firm as my native rock i have withstood the shock | |
Of england, of denmark, or rome and the world | |
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing | |
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path | |
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing | |
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o' er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan' s wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman' s wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o' er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan' s wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman' s wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave |
Scotland for ever scotland the brave: to cliff hanley | |
Let italy boast of her gay gilded waters | |
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies | |
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters | |
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs | |
Scotland' s blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled | |
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me | |
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud | |
Land of the brave and proud land of the free | |
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains | |
Te spirit of scotia reigns fearless and free | |
Her green tartan waving o' er blue rock and fountain | |
And proudly she sings looking over the sea | |
Here among my mountains wild i have serenely smiled | |
When armies and empires against me were hurled | |
Firm as my native rock i have withstood the shock | |
Of england, of denmark, or rome and the world | |
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing | |
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path | |
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing | |
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o' er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan' s wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman' s wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o' er their bloody tombs | |
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan' s wave | |
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman' s wheel | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave | |
Victorious in battlefield scotland the brave |