Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, 

Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; 

Welcome to your gory bed, 

         Or to victory ! 

 Now's the day, and now's the hour; 

See the front o' battle lour; 

See approach proud Edward's power 

         Chains and slavery ! 

 Wha will be a traitor knave ? 

Wha can fill a coward's grave ! 

Wha sae base as be a slave ? 

         Let him turn and flee ! 

 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 ! 

 Lay the proud usurpers low ! 

Tyrants fall in every foe ! 

Liberty's in every blow !

         Let us do or die ! 

(Robert Burns)