John McDermott - Scotland the brave

Let ^GItaly boast of her gay gilded waters, Her ^Cvines and her ^Gbowers and her ^Dsoft sunny skies. Her ^Gsons drinking love, from the eyes of her daughters, Where ^Cfreedom ^Gexpires amid ^Dsoftness and ^Gsighs.

^DScotland's blue mountains wild, where ^Ghoary cliffs are piled, ^EmTowering in ^Bmgrandeur are ^Adearer tae ^Dme. ^GLand of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud, ^CLand of the ^Gbrave and proud,^D land of the ^Gfree.

En^Gthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, The ^Cspirit of ^GScotia reigns ^Dfearless ^Aand f^Dree. Her ^Ggreen tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain, And ^Cproudly she ^Gsings, looking ^Dover the ^Gsea.

^DHere among my mountains wild, ^GI have serenely smiled, When a^Emrmies and e^Bmmpires ^Aagainst me were h^Durled. ^GFirm as my native rock I have withstood the shock, Of ^CEngland, of ^GDenmark, of ^DRome and the ^Gworld.

^ABut see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, ^DDeep groves of ^Asteel trodden ^Edown in their path. ^AThe eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, ^DTriumphantly r^Aiding through ^Eruin and ^Adeath.

^EBold hearts and nodding plumes ^Awave o'er their bloody tombs, ^F#mDeepeyed in g^C#more is the g^Dreen tartan's ^Ewave. ^AShivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel, ^DVictorious in ^Abattlefield ^EScotland the ^Abrave.

^EBold hearts and nodding plumes ^Awave o'er their bloody tombs, ^F#mDeepeyed in g^C#more is the g^Dreen tartan's ^Ewave. ^AShivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel, ^DVictorious in ^Abattlefield ^EScotland the ^Abrave.