Bruce's Address (chapbook)/Bruce's Address
For other versions of this poem, see Scots Wha Hae.
Bruce's Address.
Scots! wha hae wi' Wallace bled,Scots! wham Bruce has aften led;Welcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious victory.
Now's the day, an' now's the hour,See the front of battle lour;See approach proud Edward's pow'r; Edward, chains, an' slavery.
Wha will be a traitor knave?Wha can fill a coward's grave?Wha sae base as be a slave? Traitor, coward, turn an' flee.
Wha for Scotland's king an' law,Freedom's sword will strongly draw,Freeman stand, or freeman fa', Caledonian, 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, shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low,Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe;Liberty's in every blow, Forward—let us do or die.