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Robert Burns

Robert Burns

Robert Bruce’s March to Bannockburn

Scots, what hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie!
 
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour;
See approach proud Edward’s power -
Chains and slaverie!
 
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
 
Wha, for Scotland’s King and Law,
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa’,
Let him on wi’ me!
 
By Oppression’s woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We sill drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
 
Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!
Let us do or die!

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