?[00:11.96]Let Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
[00:16.35]Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
[00:20.61]Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
[00:25.18]Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
[00:30.73]Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
[00:35.31]Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
[00:39.62]Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
[00:43.98]Land of the brave and proud land of the free
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[00:56.86]Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
[01:01.31]Te spirit of Scotia reigns fearless and free
[01:05.76]Her green tartan waving o'er blue rock and fountain
[01:10.12]And proudly she sings looking over the sea
[01:16.13]Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
[01:20.31]When armies and empires against me were hurled
[01:24.66]Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
[01:29.22]Of England of Denmark or Rome and the world
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[01:37.10]But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
[01:41.47]Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
[01:45.88]The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are glancing
[01:50.45]Triumphantly riding through ruin and death
[01:56.17]Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
[02:00.68]Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
[02:05.08]Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
[02:09.56]Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
[02:15.21]Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave o'er their bloody tombs
[02:19.77]Deepeyed in gore is the green tartan's wave
[02:24.12]Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
[02:28.64]Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
[02:33.24]Victorious in battlefield Scotland the brave
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