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Scots
Wha Hae
I. |
Scots,
wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Socts, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie. |
| II. |
Now's
the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power
Chains and slaverie! |
III. |
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! |
IV. |
Wha
for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa',
Let him follow me! |
| V. |
By
oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free! |
| VI. |
Lay
the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do, or die! |
Text:
Robert Burns
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© Created
by the Reenactment Group Flos Scotiae
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