THE SCOTIAD - damowords

THE SLAUGHETR AT FALKIRKAs Longshanks glances oer the placeHe counts his dead & rues the raceThat dares his wishes to defy!As hoodie craws now choke the skyOer rotting pools of bloody red,Horses, wounded, the silent dead,Edward orders give no quarter –Starting off a brutal slaughter,Daggers hagger thrapple to spleenOr jagged thro the visor'd een,& stood on yonder, straggly hillWallace look’d back, as kill-by-killHis soldiers shorn of bairns & wivesBy Inglis butchers & their knivesWallace after FalkirkMen of Scotland the day is lost& we may always rue the cost,But never shall a morning dawnWhen ah shall kneel at Longshank’s throne!Today beside the old TorwoodWe were beaten by vain falsehood,But men, the Bruce we must forgiveFor in his country we all live,& though these base betrayals stingRobert the Bruce is oor true king!Thus when the Lion leaves his denWha’ will ye dae, good Scottis men,But rear up like the Unicorn,Fight for the land where we wus born