Scots wha hae

Bannockburn tune, Lewis erydon

Bruce to his troops -

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power—
Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave!
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Traitor! Coward! Turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa',
Calendonia, an wi' me!

By oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
By your Sons in servile chains

but will drain our dearest veins
But they shall, they shall (underlined) be free!

Lay proud the usurpers law,
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!—
Forward! Let us do or die!

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Now the thought in the last stanza is
borrowed from the couplet in the modernise
copy of the History of Wallace - a
couplet worthy of Hormer -
A tale usurped sinks in every fe,
and liberty returned with every blow -

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