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Stirling
Brig
I. |
Doon
by Stirling Brig,
The Wallace lay in hiding,
As the English host,
Fae the south came riding,
Loud the River Forth,
'Tween them baith was roaring,
Rumbling at its sides,
O'er the Brig o' Stirling. |
| II. |
Watching
favor wood,
The Wallace and the Moray,
As the English came,
With the Earl o' Surrey,
Ain by ain they crossed,
Oh the bridge was rumbling,
As they onward came,
O'er the Brig o' Stirling. |
III. |
The
Wallace gave a shout,
Out his men came running,
Stubbed the English host,
At the Brig o' Stirling,
Cressingham turned round,
The bridge was small and turning,
Moray cut him down,
On the Brig o' Stirling. |
IV. |
All
the English men,
Ran into each other,
Nane could turn about,
Nane could go much further,
Some fell o'er the side,
In the Forth were drowning,
Some were left to die,
On the Brig o' Stirling. |
| V. |
Surrey
he was wild,
Couldnae ford the river,
Wished wi' all his might,
That the brig was bigger,
Then he rode awa',
Loud the man was cursing,
He'd lost all his men,
And the Brig o' Stirling.
Ya del domm domm da |
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