Scots, who have with Wallace bled,
Scots, whom Bruce has often led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front of battle lower;
See approach proud Edward’s power—
Chains and slavery!
Who will be a traitor knave?
Who can fill a coward’s grave!
Who so base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Who for Scotland’s king and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fall,
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!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!—
Let us do or die!
Robert Burns 1759–1796