Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled, <br />Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, <br />Welcome to your gory bed <br /> Or to victorie! <br />Now's the day, and now's the hour: <br />See the front o' battle lour, <br />See approach proud Edward's power--- <br /> Chains and slaverie! <br /> <br />Wha will be a traitor knave? <br />Wha can fill a coward's grave? <br />Wha sae base as be a slave?--- <br /> Let him turn, and flee! <br />Wha for Scotland's King and Law <br />Freedom's sword will strongly draw, <br />Freeman stand, or Freeman fa', <br /> Let him follow me! <br /> <br />By Oppression's woes and pains, <br />By your sons in servile chains, <br />We will drain your dearest veins, <br /> But they shall be free! <br />Lay the proud usurpers low! <br />Tyrants fall in every foe! <br />Liberty's in every blow!--- <br /> Let us do, or die!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scots-wha-hae/
