Scots, what hae wi' Wallace bled, <br />Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, <br />Welcome to your gory bed, <br />Or to victorie! <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 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 /> <br />Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, <br />Freedom's sword will strongly draw, <br />Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', <br />Let him on wi' me! <br /> <br />By Oppression's woes and pains! <br />By your sons in servile chains! <br />We sill drain our dearest veins, <br />But they shall be free! <br /> <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/robert-bruce-s-march-to-bannockburn/
