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