The year was 1320, in the Abbey of Arbroath And when the sons of sovereign Scotland first took that solemn oath For freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive And to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive
And on this glorious occasion, was Scotlands future writ, To foreign domination, we never shall submit For freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive And to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive
With words of promise spoken, to calm our bitter steel Like blades of grass lie broken, beneath the Saxon heel For freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive And to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive
And if our chosen fail us, and kneel at Londons door Lest treason should assail us, we shall take to the steel once more For freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive And to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive
And for freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive And to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive And for freedom we’ll endeavour, and liberty we’ll strive
And so to England: No surrender, while one hundred true Scots Survive!