Intro: Bb - Eb - F - Bb

[Verse 1]
    Bb
Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters,
    Eb            Bb             F
Her 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 G
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs.

[Chorus]
F                                     Bb               F
Scotland's blue mountains wild, where hoary cliffs are piled,
Bb          Am           Gm         F
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me.
Bb
Land 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]
  Bb
Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains,
    Bb        Am            Gm           F
The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free.
    Bb
Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,
    Eb          Bb             F        Bb               A G
And proudly she sings, looking over the sea.

[Chorus 2]
F                             Bb              F
Here among my mountains wild, I have serenely smiled,
     Bb         Am       Gm             F
When armies and empires against me were hurled.
Bb
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock,
   Eb          Bb          F            Bb              Bb C 
Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.


[Verse 3]
C
But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,
F              C             G
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path.
C
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing,
F             C             G        C                    B A
Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.

[Chorus 3]
G                              C                      G
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
C           Bm          Am             G
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
C
Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.

G                              C                      G
Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,
C           Bm          Am             G
Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave.
C
Shivering are the ranks of steel, dire is the horseman's wheel,
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.
F             C           G            C
Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave.