Scots Wha Hae
Robert Burns
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 your sons in servile chains, We will drain your 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!
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