Scotland For Ever (Scotland the Brave) : To Cliff Hanley
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Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
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Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
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Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
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Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
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Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
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Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
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Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
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Land of the brave and proud land of the free
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Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
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Te spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free
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Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
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And proudly she sings looking over the sea
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Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
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When armies and empires against me were hurled
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Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
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Of England, of Denmark, or Rome and the world
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But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
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Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
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The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
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Triumphantly riding through ruin and death
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Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
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Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
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Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
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Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
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Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
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Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
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Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
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Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
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Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
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Scotland For Ever (Scotland the Brave)
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| John McDermott |
