Blàr Allt Nam Bànag

They're twice of us but fear is among them
We'll hold the siege to Stirling till the end
The coward english soon will flee
Today fulfills our destinyin my defence God me defend.

Our fierce schiltrons are ready for the charge
The Bruce our mighty king's raising his axe
Beheaded is Henry de Bohun
Ten thousand bastards soon will fall
The golden banners will be triumphant.

Buaidh gu Alba
Alba gu Bràth.

Glory to the noble sons of Scotland
Victory for the daring lion rampant
Empress of north, homeland of the braveman
Blessed and bright you will never bow to England.

Skilled spears butcher the horse and the knight
Get it Edward these men will conquer or die
A frightful carnage has begun
We push them back and ground em down
Routed they are now death comes from behind.

Glory to the noble sons of Scotland
Victory for the daring lion rampant
Empress of North, homeland of the braveman
Blessed and bright you will never bow to England.