Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,Welcome tae your gory bedOr 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 will fill a coward's grave Wha sae base as be a slave –Let him turn, and flee!Wha for Scotland's King and LawFreedom's sword will strongly draw,Freeman stand or freeman fa',Let him follow me!By oppression's woes and pains,By your sons in servile chains,We will drain our dearest veinsBut they shall be free!Lay the proud usurpers low !Tyrants fall in every foe !Liberty's in every blow !Let us do or dee!Scots Wha Hae
A Poem by Scotland's National Bard Robert Burns
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