Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now’s the day, and now’s the hour;
See the front o’ battle lour!
See approach proud Edward’s power –
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward’s grave ?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee !

Wha for Scotland’s King and law
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman fa’?
Let him follow me !

By oppression’s woes and pains !
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow !
Let us do or die !