Bannockburn Lyrics

Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled!
Scots, wham Bruce has often bed,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains ans slavery!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a cowardis grave?
Wha so base as be a slave
Let him turn and flee.
Wha for Scotland's king an law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa'
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fallin every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!

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