Conçu et réalisé par Eric Maclewis
© ericdentinger.com
2008-2024
Scotland The Brave
(The Corries)
Land o' the purple heather
Land o' the dirty weather
Land where the midges gather, Scotland The Brave
Land o' the Pakistanis
Andy Capp and Saturday sannies
Land where they sell their grannies, Scotland The Brave
Used to say in faither’s day
You could hear the bagpipes play
But now you hear the regal tones o' Elton John
and The Rolling Stones
Land that is full o' stinkers
Wee fat Jews and VP drinkers
Whisky put a lot o' stinkers into Scottish graves
Land that is full o' skivers
Comic singers, deep sea divers
Turbans on our bus condrivers, Scotland The Brave
Land o' the brutal Bobbies
Councilors wi' part-time jobbies
Architects with paying hobbies, Scotland The Brave
The tourists come here every year
To see all our historic gear
But all they see is loads o' navvies,
high rise flats wi' concrete lavvies
Land o' the artic' lorries
Andy Stewart and the Corries
Land where everybody borries, Scotland The Brave
Land o' the kilt and sporan
Underneath there's nothin' worn!How I wish the wind was warm! Scotland The Brave
I must admit it's pretty gruesome
Walking about wi' your frozen twosome!
It's all we've got - we mustn't lose 'em - Scotland The Brave
Conservatives try to assure us
Labour's hard-put to endure us
The Kirk puts curbs on our enjoyment,
government makes unemployment
Never mind the day is near
When independence will be here!
We’ll drink a toast in younger’s beer to Scotland The Brave!
Scotland The Brave
(Cliff Hanley - 1950)
Hark when the night is falling
Hear! Hear the pipes are calling
Loudly and proudly calling down thro' the glen
There where the hills are sleeping
Now feel the blood a-leaping
High as the spirits of the old Highland men
Towering in gallant fame
Scotland my mountain hame
High may your proud standards gloriously wave
Land of my high endeavour
Land of the shining river
Land of my heart for ever
Scotland The Brave
High in the misty Highlands
Out by the purple islands
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies
Wild are the winds to meet you
Staunch are the friends that greet you
Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes
Towering in gallant fame...
Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain
Where tropic skies are beaming
Love sets the heart a-dreaming
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again
Towering in gallant fame...
Scotland The Brave
Le succès de cet air lui vaut de postuler au rang d'hymne derrière Flower Of Scotland.
D'origine floue (marche en Ecosse ou polka en Angleterre), publié vers 1891-1895 sous Brave Scotland et Scotland For Ever, puis Scotland The Brave dans un recueil pour cornemuse de 1911. On trouvera aussi My Bonnie Lass(ie).
Une première version de paroles écrites par Cliff Hanley en 1950 pour le chanteur Robert Wilson est reproduite ci-dessus : version un peu ironique et cliché…
The Corries ont creusé cette veine avec un texte humoristique certes un peu daté mais se savourant toujours avec plaisir, au moins pour l'ambiance bon enfant des concerts. Comme quoi, un profond sentiment de fierté nationale peut très bien se concilier avec une certaine légèreté tandis que Scotland The Brave demeure un puissant ambassadeur de l'Ecosse à travers le monde et une porte d'entrée vers un répertoire et une culture plus authentiques…
- noté par Eric Maclewis sur CelticPipes
MARCH