Forward the Tartan Line

Scottish vocals, Epic, Atmospheric, Cinematic, Traditional Scotish, anthem with a military feel

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Chorus
Forward the tartan, lead the way!
Let none say Scots would ever sway.
With iron will and banners high,
We march where bravest hearts must try.
From glen to field, from sea to sky,
Our ancient battle-standards fly.
When duty calls and bugles play,
The Scottish regiments lead the way.

Verse 2
The scarlet ranks of Black Watch stand,
With steady nerve and practiced hand.
The Royal Scots step firm and true,
With centuries in royal blue.
Beside them march the Scots Guards tall,
Unbroken line whate’er befall.
Their echoes roll through history’s page,
From age to age, from age to age.

Verse 3
At distant ridge and battered town,
Where smoke and sorrow settled down,
The pipes struck up through shot and flame,
And men stepped forth in Scotland’s name.
Not born for glory’s boastful cry,
But sworn to stand, and if need, die—
For comrades close on either side,
And honour worn in quiet pride.

Bridge
O thistle bright on bonnet worn,
O lion proud on banners borne,
Through storm of steel and cannon’s breath,
They walked the narrow road with death.
And still the pipes in memory play,
Of those who did not march away.

Final Chorus
Forward the tartan, lead the way!
Through darkest night to breaking day.
With steadfast hearts and spirits strong,
We carry Scotland’s ancient song.
From glen to field, from sea to sky,
Let freedom’s saltire never die.
When history’s drums begin to play,
The Scottish regiments lead the way.

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By dawn’s first light on foreign shore, Where drums like distant thunder roar, The pipes cry out both fierce and proud, Above the smoke, above the crowd. From heathered hill to far campaign, Through sun-scorched dust and lashing rain, They form the line with steady eye— The tartan bold beneath the sky. Chorus Forward the tartan, lead the way! Let none say Scots would ever sway. With iron will and banners high, We march where bravest hearts must try. From glen to field, from sea to sky, Our ancient battle-standards fly. When duty calls and bugles play, The Scottish regiments lead the way. Verse 2 The scarlet ranks of Black Watch stand, With steady nerve and practiced hand. The Royal Scots step firm and true, With centuries in royal blue. Beside them march the Scots Guards tall, Unbroken line whate’er befall. Their echoes roll through history’s page, From age to age, from age to age. Chorus Forward the tartan, lead the way! Let none say Scots would ever sway. With iron will and banners high, We march where bravest hearts must try. From glen to field, from sea to sky, Our ancient battle-standards fly. When duty calls and bugles play, The Scottish regiments lead the way. Verse 3 At distant ridge and battered town, Where smoke and sorrow settled down, The pipes struck up through shot and flame, And men stepped forth in Scotland’s name. Not born for glory’s boastful cry, But sworn to stand, and if need, die— For comrades close on either side, And honour worn in quiet pride. Bridge O thistle bright on bonnet worn, O lion proud on banners borne, Through storm of steel and cannon’s breath, They walked the narrow road with death. And still the pipes in memory play, Of those who did not march away. Final Chorus Forward the tartan, lead the way! Through darkest night to breaking day. With steadfast hearts and spirits strong, We carry Scotland’s ancient song. From glen to field, from sea to sky, Let freedom’s saltire never die. When history’s drums begin to play, The Scottish regiments lead the way.

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