Chords for Scotland For Ever (Scotland The Brave)
Tempo:
106.95 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
G
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Eb] [Gm] [F] [Bb]
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, [Eb] Her vines and [Bb] her bowers and [F] her soft sunny skies,
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, [Eb] Where freedom [Bb] expires [F] amidst softness [Bb] and [G] sighs.
[F] Scotland's blue mountains wild, where [Bb] hoary cliffs are piled, [Gm] Towering in [Dm] grandeur are [F] dearer to me,
[Bb]
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud, Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.
[Eb] [Gm] [F] [Bb]
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, [Eb] The spirit [Bb] of Scotia reigns fearless [F] and free,
[Bb] Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain, [Eb] And proudly [Bb] she sings [F] looking over [Bb] the sea.
[F] Fair among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled, [Gm] When armies [Dm] and empires [C] against me [F] were hurled,
[Bb] Firm as my native rock, I have withstood the shock, [Eb] Of England, [Bb] of Denmark, [F] of Rome and [Bb] the world.
[C] But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, [F] Deep groves [C] of steel [G] trodden down in their path,
[C] The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, [F] Triumphantly [C] riding [G] through ruin [C] and death.
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[F] Victorious in battlefield, [Dm]
Scotland [G] [C] the brave.
[Am] [F] [C]
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, [Eb] Her vines and [Bb] her bowers and [F] her soft sunny skies,
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, [Eb] Where freedom [Bb] expires [F] amidst softness [Bb] and [G] sighs.
[F] Scotland's blue mountains wild, where [Bb] hoary cliffs are piled, [Gm] Towering in [Dm] grandeur are [F] dearer to me,
[Bb]
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud, Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.
[Eb] [Gm] [F] [Bb]
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, [Eb] The spirit [Bb] of Scotia reigns fearless [F] and free,
[Bb] Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain, [Eb] And proudly [Bb] she sings [F] looking over [Bb] the sea.
[F] Fair among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled, [Gm] When armies [Dm] and empires [C] against me [F] were hurled,
[Bb] Firm as my native rock, I have withstood the shock, [Eb] Of England, [Bb] of Denmark, [F] of Rome and [Bb] the world.
[C] But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, [F] Deep groves [C] of steel [G] trodden down in their path,
[C] The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, [F] Triumphantly [C] riding [G] through ruin [C] and death.
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[F] Victorious in battlefield, [Dm]
Scotland [G] [C] the brave.
[Am] [F] [C]
Key:
F
C
Bb
G
Eb
F
C
Bb
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[Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, [Eb] Her vines and [Bb] her bowers and [F] her soft sunny skies,
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, [Eb] Where freedom [Bb] expires [F] amidst softness [Bb] and [G] sighs. _
[F] Scotland's blue mountains wild, where [Bb] hoary cliffs are piled, [Gm] Towering in [Dm] grandeur are [F] dearer to me,
[Bb]
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud, Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.
[Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, [Eb] The spirit [Bb] of Scotia reigns fearless [F] and free,
[Bb] Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain, [Eb] And proudly [Bb] she sings [F] looking over [Bb] the sea. _ _
[F] Fair among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled, [Gm] When armies [Dm] and empires [C] against me [F] were hurled,
[Bb] Firm as my native rock, I have withstood the shock, [Eb] Of England, [Bb] of Denmark, [F] of Rome and [Bb] the world.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, [F] Deep groves [C] of steel [G] trodden down in their path,
[C] The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, [F] Triumphantly [C] riding [G] through ruin [C] and death. _ _
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
_ [G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[F] Victorious in battlefield, [Dm] _ _
Scotland [G] _ [C] the brave. _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, [Eb] Her vines and [Bb] her bowers and [F] her soft sunny skies,
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, [Eb] Where freedom [Bb] expires [F] amidst softness [Bb] and [G] sighs. _
[F] Scotland's blue mountains wild, where [Bb] hoary cliffs are piled, [Gm] Towering in [Dm] grandeur are [F] dearer to me,
[Bb]
Land of the misty cloud, land of the tempest loud, Land of the brave and proud, land of the free.
[Eb] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, [Eb] The spirit [Bb] of Scotia reigns fearless [F] and free,
[Bb] Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain, [Eb] And proudly [Bb] she sings [F] looking over [Bb] the sea. _ _
[F] Fair among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled, [Gm] When armies [Dm] and empires [C] against me [F] were hurled,
[Bb] Firm as my native rock, I have withstood the shock, [Eb] Of England, [Bb] of Denmark, [F] of Rome and [Bb] the world.
_ _ [C] _ _ _ But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing, [F] Deep groves [C] of steel [G] trodden down in their path,
[C] The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, [F] Triumphantly [C] riding [G] through ruin [C] and death. _ _
[G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
_ [G] Bold hearts and nodding plumes [C] wave o'er their bloody tombs, [Am] Deep-eyed [Em] in gore is [D] the green [G] tartan's wave,
[C] Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire as the horseman's wheel, [F] Victorious [C] in battlefield, [G] Scotland [C] the brave.
[F] Victorious in battlefield, [Dm] _ _
Scotland [G] _ [C] the brave. _
[Am] _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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