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Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave,The Beijing Military Pipe Band perform before a curling session during the Beijing Winter Olympics at the National Aquatics Center, aka the Ice Cube. Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave. Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel, Triumphantly riding through ruin and death.īold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs,ĭeep-dyed in gore is the green tartan's wave,

The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing, Of England, of Denmark, of Rome and the world.īut see how proudly her war steeds are prancing,ĭeep groves of steel trodden down in their path, When armies and empires against me were hurled,įirm as my native rock I have withstood the shock, Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled, Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain,Īnd proudly she sings looking over the sea. The spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free,

Land of the brave and proud land of the free.Įnthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains, Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud, Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled, Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs. Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters, Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies, Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters, There is also an alternate set of lyrics by John McDermott Scotland Forever, sung to the same tune: John McDermott version lyrics There is another set of lyrics known as My Bonnie Lassie My Bonnie Lassie lyricsĭressed in a kilt and a tam o'shanter too.Įven the heather's grievin, cryin with dew.

Longing and dreaming for the homeland again. Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain. Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes. Land of my heart for ever, Scotland the brave.)īrave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies. High may your proud standards gloriously wave, High as the spirits of the old Highland men. Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen. The lyrics commonly sung today were written in around 1950 by the Scottish journalist Cliff Hanley for the singer Robert Wilson in an arrangement by Marion McClurg. The tune probably first appeared around the turn of the 20th century, and at that time was sometimes known as Scotland the Brave.