Scots Wha Hae Grey Dogs (Ft. Kathryn Joseph)

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 flee!

Wha, for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa'
Let him on wi' 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!