Scotland the Brave (Scotland for Ever) Songtext
von 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
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