John Mcdermott – Scotland The Brave chords

NOTE: In the verse play high fret notes and go down for the Chorus. 
For Example: Verse play the F note in the 8th fret and in the chorus play it in the 1st fret.

Intro: Bb - Eb - F - Bb

Verse 1

    BbLet Italy boast of her gay gilded waters,
    Eb            Bb             FHer vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies.
    Bb  Her sons drinking love, from the eyes of her daughters,
      Eb      Bb           F            Bb               A GWhere freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

Chorus

F                                     BbScotland's blue mountains wild, where hoary cliffs are piled,
C           Bb           G          FTowering in grandeur are dearer tae me.
BbLand of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud,
Eb          Bb              F            Bb             Eb Bb F Bb  Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.

Verse 2

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.

Chorus 2

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.

C

Verse 3

CBut see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,
F              C             GDeep groves of steel trodden down in their path.
CThe eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing,
F             C             G        C                    B ATriumphantly riding through ruin and death.

Chorus 3

G                              CBold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
D           C           A              GDeepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
CShivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G            CVictorious 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.


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