My king won another crown for Scotland's pride That is what we thought but we were not right Now he rules in London - a faceless king Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy
Five laws You gave at Perth Betray the rights We gained by birth
Cry, cry, cry, cry for freedom
The heritage of centuries you did betray The blood of Bruce flowing in your vains How could you give away what Braveheart died for Freedom may be lost now and forever more
You gain a crown We pay the price You think you rule But we will rise