Poetry of Burns
Robert Burns
born 1759, died 1796 |
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Bruce's Address To His Troops At Bannockburn
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to glorious victorie!
Now 's the day, and now 's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power -
Edward! chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Traitor! coward! turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw;
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa',
Caledonian! on wi' me!
By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall, they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty 's in every blow!
Forward! let us do, or die!!
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