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