Scotland The Brave Lyrics - John Mcdermott

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 

The 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, of 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 

Deep eyed 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 

Deep eyed 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