The Three Irish Tenors - Scotland the Brave (Scotland For Ever) | Текст песни

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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
The 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,
Of 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 and glancing
Triumphantly riding
Through ruin and death.


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