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...RHOECUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE DEAD MISTRESS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE A BRIDGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE COMPLAINT OF MARS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A STRANGER MINSTREL; TO MRS. ROBINSON BEFORE HER DEATH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO A LITTLE GIRL OF FIVE by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY |