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Scotland the Brave

Höfundur lags: Þjóðlag Höfundur texta: Cliff Hanley Flytjandi: The Corries Sent inn af: Forseti
[G]Hark when the night is falling, hear ! hear the pipes are calling,
lo[C]udly and pro[G]udly calling, d[D]own thro' the glen.
[G]There where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping,
h[C]igh as the sp[G]irits of the [D]old Highland [G]men.

To[D]wering in gallant fame, S[G]cotland my mountain hame,
[Em]high may your p[D]roud standards gl[A7]oriously[D] wa  [D7]ve!   
L[G]and of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
l[C]and of my [G]heart for ever, S[D]cotland The B[G]rave.

[G]High in the misty Highlands out by the purple islands,
[C]brave are the h[G]earts that beat ben[D]eath Scottish s[D7]kies.
[G]Wild are the winds to meet you, staunch are the friends that greet you,
[C]kind as the [G]love that shines from f[D]air maidens' e[G]yes.

To[D]wering in gallant fame, S[G]cotland my mountain hame,
[Em]high may your p[D]roud standards gl[A7]oriously[D] wa  [D7]ve!   
L[G]and of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
l[C]and of my [G]heart for ever, S[D]cotland The B[G]rave.

[A]Far off in sunlit places, sad are the Scottish faces,
[D]yearning to [A]feel the kiss of [E]sweet Scottish r[E7]ain.   
Wh[A]ere are the tropics beaming, love sets the heart a-dreaming,
[D]longing and dr[A]eaming for the h[E]ameland ag[A]ain.

To[E]wering in gallant fame, Sc[A]otland my mountain hame,
[F#m]high may your p[E]roud standards glo[B7]riously [E]wa  [E7]ve !   
La[A]nd of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
[D]land of my he[A]art for ever, Sc[E]otland The B[A]rave.

Hark when the night is falling, hear ! hear the pipes are calling,
loudly and proudly calling, down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping, now feel the blood a-leaping,
high as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
high may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.

High in the misty Highlands out by the purple islands,
brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you, staunch are the friends that greet you,
kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes.

Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
high may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.

Far off in sunlit places, sad are the Scottish faces,
yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain.
Where are the tropics beaming, love sets the heart a-dreaming,
longing and dreaming for the hameland again.

Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
high may your proud standards gloriously wave !
Land of my high endeavour, land of the shining river,
land of my heart for ever, Scotland The Brave.

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