Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. VIII. National Spirit
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit.  1904.
III. War
Robert Burns (1759–1796)
[June 24, 1314]

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        5
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?        10
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’?        15
    Let him follow me!
By Oppression’s woes and pains!
By our sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
    But they shall be free!        20
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty ’s in every blow!
    Let us do, or die!

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