Thursday, September 08, 2005
Poetry Thursday
Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled
by Robert Burns
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's power—
Chains and slavery!
Wha will be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's king and law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman 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 ev'ry foe!
Liberty's in ev'ry blow!
Let us do or die!
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6 comments:
That's a lot of exclamation points!
Raaaaarrrr! Go Robby Burns!
Makes me want to go eat some haggis, or wear a kilt and no underwear, or something.
TMI Kate, T.M.I
Oh, oops. Well, y'know how it is. You lose your filter when you have a toddler.
Besides, you can't get the good stuff with sheep's lung and all in the U.S. So I'm out of luck.
Let's all paint our faces blue!
Just never ask a real Scotsman what he wears under his kilt ... or at least be prepared for the response!! ;-)
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