Scots Wha Hae

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 fleel

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 our dearest veins

    But they shall be free!