THE BATTLE

The wind blaws cauld, ore hill and moor
On this fateful day, this historic oor
The saltire flutters on the cruel wind of change
The oor approaches, the battle begins
Edward and cronies, on yonder mound
Wae horesmen and pikemen, all gathered aroon
The bowmen make ready, the arrows awa
Beginning there climb, there high arcing flight
Into the heavens into the light
To rain doon, like poisonous hail
On the massed ranks o’ Scotsmen, under the targe
Suddenly the call, from the ranks o’ the brave
Freedom, Freedom,. its on everyone’s lips
As they run forward wae broadsword in hand
Tae take on the English,tae save ore brave land
Although outnumbered, by horse, weapon and man
We will hae victory, we will hae peace
This country o’ oors sae proud and sae brave
Will triumph in victory or dee in cauld grave

W.J.K.

THE BATTLE

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With apologizes to all my English friends, its only a Scottish slant on our combinded history

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