There was a man sae dark and true wha Scotland loo'ed sae dear There was a king wha lang will rue the Scots wha flayed him sair Gan cry the hounds o' Douglasvale, gan string the Ettrick bow Gan warn the spears o' Liddiesdale that Edward leads the foe
He wore the cross our Andrew bore by the steps o' calvary He won the sword our Robert wore by the field o' Balvennie Gan shear the chains o' slavery, gan dance my leige man lee Gan ring the bell o' Liberty shod wi' the metal free
He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green she free He held the leopard and the tide by the field o' Lintounie Gan shine the shield yer father bore, gan strike yer metal free Gan shine the helm yer father wore by the field of Torwoodlee
He rode yin nicht when it was mirk doon by the leopard's lair He chased the tyrant in his shirt around the field sae fair Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banners hame Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost the bloody gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
