The Lion Of Scotland

Red Lion famed and feared of old
On Scotland's battle field,
The blazon of her banner fold
The 'scutcheon of her shield
Meet emblem of her heroes, whom
Thou ledd'st to battle forth
And ledd'st to triumph, or a tomb
Red Lion of the North

The warlike Pict, the wandering Dane
Oft thou hast made to mourn
And sterner glories dyed thy name
The blood of Bannockburn!
On later fields, in many a clime
Hast thou pawed proudly forth
Triumphant as of olden time
Red Lion of the North.

The chieftain's cairn, the martyr's grave
Where sleep the heroic dead
May ne'er the footstep of a slave
Profane them with their tread
Nor vainly may the Future see
Our armed hosts go forth
Beneath St. Andrew's cross, and thee
Red Lion of the North.

The ancient mind, the ancient might
Still may our hills produce
To wield the sword of Wallace wight
The battle-axe of Bruce!
The soul to love the minstrel's lore
And prize the patriot's worth
The spirit of the years of yore
Red Lion of the North.

High honour unto thine and thee
For never shalt thou wave
But from the flag-staff of the free
The banner of the brave!
And by thy glories in the past
When Scotland bears thee forth,
Stand thou for freedom, first and last
Red Lion of the North.