Guardian Of The Kingdom

The flowers in May dripped red
When we spilled that coward’s blood
And Scotland’s proudest son sent to hell
The bastard Sheriff of Lanark!

I rode with those fearless lads
Who took Scone by storm
And freedom’s beacon was set alight
Ere the revolution began…

At Stirling Bridge I made my stand
With sword and targe in hand
Wallace turned to me and asked
“Will ya bleed with me, lad?”

English chains have long bred our pain
Now as a free man I will fight
As I free man I will fall
Beside every Scotchman worth his salt.

“Do or die!” is our rallying cry
In our every blow a tyrant falls
And freedom keenly sings
At every swing of the claymore!

At Stirling Bridge I made my stand
With sword and targe in hand
Wallace turned to me and asked
“Will ya bleed with me, lad?”

Curse that traitor, John
Who gave our hero to these dogs!
I saw Wallace climb up the gallows
Crowned in oak, the fearless outlaw.

Longshanks may have broken his body
Yet the spirit of Wallace still leads us on
Under the banner of the Bruce
In Bannockburn we’ll avenge his death!