Scotland Go Braugh

A ballad of William Wallace

 

Scotland Go Braugh

 

“Give them hell!” he cried

into the foggy air

and Scotland’s sons found courage

not a heart was faint there

 

He stood before them, battle worn

His eyes so worn and vage,

But still on this lips there lingered the cry

“Scotland Go Braugh!”

 

He heard the drums com from the west

And he raised a fervent eye

He drew his sword with steel resolve

And again he raised the cry

 

“Scotland Go Braugh!”

It echoed ore 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 speed

Swords were drawn and arrows flew,

But the nobles broke their creed

 

With pleading eyes he watched them

Ride away into the foggy mist

He cursed their name with vicious spite

And raised a shaking first

 

Then gradually a silence fell

Upon the ravaged plain

And what had once been a battlefield

Became an odyssey of pain

 

He led his dogged, ragged men

In 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…