Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit. 1904. | | | | III. War | | Bannockburn | | Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | [June 24, 1314]
SCOTS, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled, | |
| Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; | |
| Welcome to your gory bed, | |
| Or to victorie. | |
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| Now ’s the day, and now ’s the hour | 5 |
| See the front o’ battle lour: | |
| See approach proud Edward’s power,— | |
| Chains and slaverie! | |
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| Wha will be a traitor knave? | |
| Wha can fill a coward’s grave? | 10 |
| Wha sae base as be a slave? | |
| Let him turn and flee! | |
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| Wha for Scotland’s king and law | |
| Freedom’s sword will strongly draw, | |
| Freeman stand, or freeman fa’? | 15 |
| Let him follow me! | |
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| By Oppression’s woes and pains! | |
| By our sons in servile chains, | |
| We will drain our dearest veins, | |
| But they shall be free! | 20 |
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| Lay the proud usurpers low! | |
| Tyrants fall in every foe! | |
| Liberty ’s in every blow! | |
| Let us do, or die! | | | | |
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