SCOTS, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour See the front o' battle lour: See approach proud Edward's power, -- Chains and slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's king and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'? Let him follow me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By our sons in servile chains, We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do, or die! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DAWN BEHIND NIGHT by ISAAC ROSENBERG MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING ON THE HOME GUARDS; WHO PERISHED ... LEXINGTON, MISSOURI by HERMAN MELVILLE |