THE SCOTIAD - damowords

Hailes CastleSo many Scots yclad in chain,Stumbling aback old Longshanks trainMarching his mighty martial lineAsklent the winding river Tyne,Where to avoid the North Sea galesHe passed a night in friendly Hailes,Heard ancient Formorian taylesOf Giants stood on Berwick Law& Traprain, they had fought a warWith battleaxes in turn flung,& where they landed springs up sprung;These sangs a blind, old minstrel sungSo well, he join’d the retinue,Or rather, he was ordered too.LongshanksWith his long shanks did Inglis kingStride over Scotland murdering,His paranoia, tyranny,& sinister hostilitySent soldiers ravaging freelySo savage in brutality,Rejoicing much in butchery,From door-to-door scraping their knives,Gudemen murder'd & rape-meat wives,Longshanks cares not if Scot survives& carried off beneath the moonThe stone where sat the kings at Scone,Him fully triumph'd with his sword& now was Alban Overlord.