Down they come the brave highland men, they stand against the foe.
Coming down from the northern glens, marching through Glencoe.
The lowland shall rise again, Bannockburn the call, 
The Scottish lion will triumph once again, our standard will not fall.

Chorus:
Sons of Scotland, brave loyal men, hear the battle cry.
Sons of Scotland a nation once again, let’s vow to do or die.
Hail the Wallace and the Bruce, let’s all declare tae stand,
For the dreams of Wallace and the Bruce, freedom for our land.

On Black Douglas, Grahams sae bold, Lindsays and MacKay,
The Gordons and Frasers charge to the foe, to fight so gallantly,
The chieftain cries MacDonald aloud, Cameron and Lochiel
The Stewarts awake and rally Macleod, tae fight upon the field.

Chorus

Killiecrankie, claymore claymore, Stirling and Bannockburn
Raise the broadsword, string the Ettrick bow, remember Prestonpans.
Ladies braw and philabegs, wi bonnet belt and sword, 
Pipes and drums and white cockades, will follow Scotia’s cause.

Chorus

We were sold for gold by friend and foe, condemned by cowards hands,
The devils curse delivered the blow, that robbed us of our land,
But hear the eagle calling, Wallace and Bruce once more.
St Andrews cross will be flying, over Caledonia’s shore

Chorus x 2
Freedom for our land x 3

All lyrics and music copyright Bob Ferguson 2008
                    Ferguson Publishing