SCOTLAND GO BRAGH
"Give them hell!" he cried
into the foggy air
and Scotland's sons found courage
not a heart fell faint there
He stood before them battle worn
His face so long and vague
But still on his lips their lingered the cry
"Scotland go bragh!"
He heard the drums come from the hills
And he raised a fervent eye
He drew his sowrd with steel resolve
And again he raised the cry
"Scotland go bragh!"
It echoed or' the brae*
And resounded in the ears
Of every Englishman in their way
The attack then came on fierce and bold
The destria's charged with sped
Swords were drawn and arrows flew
But the noble's broke their creed
With pleading eyes he watched them
Ride away into hazy mist
He cursed their name with vicious spite
And raised a shaking fist
Then gradually a silence fell
Upon the ravaged plain
And what had once been a battle field
Became an odyssey of pain
He led his dogged, ragged men
In a silent solemn retreat
Many wept as they stumbled away
Their hopes having met defeat
But still in every clansman's heart
The spark of freedom burned
And all men knew their leader
The title of 'Braveheart' had earned