Mill, mill, o/Bruce's Address

by Robert Burns (1759-1796)

For other versions of this work, see Scots Wha Hae.

BRUCE'S ADDRESS.

Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce have aften led;
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to glorious victory.

Now's the day and now's the hour,
See the front of battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's pow’r
Edward, chains, and slavery;

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Traitor, coward, turn and flee!

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw?
Freeman stand or freeman fa',
Caledonia 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 every foe;
Liberty's in every blow;
Forward—let us do or die.