(For the Ballarat statue of him) <br /> <br />THIS is Scotch William Wallace. It was He <br />Who in dark hours first raised his face to see: <br />Who watched the English tyrant Nobles spurn, <br />Steel-clad, with iron hoofs the Scottish Free: <br />Who armed and drilled the simple footman Kern, <br />Yea, bade in blood and rout the proud Knight learn <br />His Feudalism was dead, and Scotland stand <br />Dauntless to wait the day of Bannockburn! <br />O Wallace, peerless lover of thy land, <br />We need thee still, thy moulding brain and hand! <br />For us, thy poor, again proud tyrants spurn, <br />The robber Rich, a yet more hateful band!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/william-wallace-3/
