My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride.

That is what we thought but we were not right.

Now he rules in London - a faceless king.

Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy. Five laws.

You gave at Perth. Betray the rights. We gained by birth.



Cry,cry,cry,cry for freedom.



The heritage of centuries - you did betray.

The blood of Bruce flowing in your vains.

How could you give away - what Braveheart died for.

Freedom may be lost now and forever more.

You gain a crown. We pay the price.

You think you rule. But we will rise.