Freedom

It started in Stirling, English blood was shed A hero was named, All around men lay dead The claymore was wielded against many a foe Ancient scores settled with every blow We marched south to york, a city to sack ramming down the gate it broke the men's back Once inside we ransacked the town English bodies dead pilled high on the ground The kings nephew commanded, we cut of his head We put it in a basket to London it was sent Now on to Falkirk, we were flanked by a foe The nobles were bought off, our country was sold They would not commit to the battle that day Cowards and scoundrels were Albas nobles that day Our cowardly nobles, a Hero betrayed On a slab in London executed he lay He would not submit to English tyranny Alba Gu Bragh were the words that he said