The king of Scots, the mighty Bruce Outnumbered three to one English armies all around, before the day is done For honour we test our swords and ride To battle we may not long survive
2.000 horse and infantry, the enemy appears With axe and spear and shield and lance Through mud and blood, no fear
Hand to hand, we turn and face the foe Eye to eye, though hell itself waits below
Hacked to pieces, butchery in the field Crimson chaos, die by my hand don't yield
Stand! Hold your ground! Pole axe and fire Slaughter around, drowned in the mire
Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, were off again to war Tooth fang and claw
Bannockburn, it's so worth dying for Bannockburn, time to settle scores What's in store?
Stab, bite! Gouge, fight!
Falling arrows, pierce the whites of your eyes Easy targets, severed heads and war cries
Black hearts and flame, still we fight on Across the borders they came, slain one by one
Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, we're off again to war Tooth fang and claw
Down from the glen came the Bruce's men With their standards held high to the sky
Into the fray armoured knights and their prey Carnage and mayhem so many to die
To the victors go the spoils, nobles are ransomed for gain We are free from oppression. Scotland has risen again
English retreat, Edward took flight We won't be beat, this land is our right!
Bannockburn, it's so worth fighting for Bannockburn, were off again to war Tooth fang and claw
Falling arrows, pierce the whites of your eyes Easy targets, severed heads and war cries
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