Scots Wha Hae, or, Robert Bruce’s Address to His Troops at Bannockburn
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 cowards’ grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? —Let him turn and flie.— Wha for Scotland’s king and law, Freedom’s sword will strongly draw, Free-Man stand, or Free-Man 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!!!
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Robert Burns Poems
- A Sonnet upon Sonnets
- To a Mouse
- A Red, Red Rose
- Address to the Deil
- Epistle to a Young Friend. May, 1786
- Holy Willie’s Prayer
- John Anderson my Jo
- Mary Morison
- Poor Mailie’s Elegy
- Scots Wha Hae, or, Robert Bruce’s Address to His Troops at Bannockburn
- Tam o’ Shanter. A Tale
- To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church
- Up in the Morning Early
- Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet
- Address of Beelzebub
- Epitaph on my own Friend
- A Man’s a Man for a’ That
- The Silver Tassie
- Afton Water
- The Cotter’s Saturday Night
- O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast
- Address to a Haggis
- Here’s a health to them that’s awa