Forwards to battle a cry from the front,
He waved forth his sward then started to run,
Screaming roaring beckoning on,
His army beside him ever so strong.
Out of the forest to dazzling light,
Sun gleaming down on armour so bright,
Down to the river the enemy there,
Bewildered dazed by the armour that glares.
Strike at the heart of the enemy camp,
The brave took his army then opened a vent,
Slaughter no question his army so strong,
In minutes its over all dead or have run.
Carved into history the names of the dead,
This land stands for freedom full speed ahead,
Over the mountains the valleys and hills,
The braves would not stop till freedom was sealed.
Pride in a future a place that was free,
Men with respect for how it should be,
A place in our history the land they desired,
Scotland the home of the brave and admired.