Scotland The Brave chords by John Mcdermott

• Capo on 3rd

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Difficulty: Novice

Capo on 3rd


Verse 1:
    G
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters,
    C             G              D
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
    G
Her sons drinking love, from the eyes of her daughters,
      C       G            D            G
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

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

Verse 2:
  G
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,
    C         G             D
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free.
    G
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,
    C           G              D        G
And proudly she sings, looking over the sea.

Chorus 2:
D                             G
Here among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled,
C               G        D
When armies and empires against me were hurled.
G
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock,
   C           G           D            G
Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.


Verse 3:
A
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,
D              A             E
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path.
A
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing,
D             A             E        A
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Chorus 3:
E                              A
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
D           A           E
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
A
Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
D             A           E            A
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

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