Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, <br />Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, <br />Welcome to your gory bed, <br />Or to victory! <br /> <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 slavery! <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 /> <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 our dearest veins, <br />But they shall be free! <br /> <br />Lay the proud usurpers low! <br />Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe! <br />Liberty's in ev'ry blow! <br />Let us do or die!<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scots-wha-hae-wi-wallace-bled/
