| Song | Scotland For Ever (Scotland The Brave) |
| Artist | John McDermott |
| Album | Timeless Memories: Greatest Hits |
| 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 |
| 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 |