THE SWORD

The great sword of Scotland, lies under the clay
With the bones of our ancestors to this very day
It has lain undiscovered for hundreds of years
It once was carried into battle by Wallace and Bruce

Then handed down to followers bold, who used it well in battles of old
The hilt of the sword is of burnished gold
Encrusted with diamonds, there value untold
The blade is the finest, old Scottish steel

That came from a meteor, that came down in a field
It was fashioned by blacksmiths, the best in the land
Worked on so lovingly by skilled Scottish hands
When it was finished, fit for a King

It was handed to Wallace, as his badge of rank
And on ever since to every King in the land
Until it was buried under the clay
To save it from falling into the hands of the foe

There it has lain these hundreds of years
But will rise up again, when a new chief appears
To make us a nation once more
Not under the yoke, of some foreign foe..

W.J.K.

THE SWORD

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Joined January 2008

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More Scottish sabre rattling.

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