There was a man sae dark and true wha Scotland loo'ed sae dear,
There was a king wha lang will rue the Scots wha flayed him sair.
Gan cry the hounds o' Douglasvale, gan string the Ettrick bow,
Gan warn the spears o' Liddiesdale that Edward leads the foe.
He wore the cross our Andrew bore by the steps o' Calvary,
He won the sword our Robert wore by the field o' Balvennie.
Gan shear the chains o' slavery, gan dance my leige man lee,
Gan ring the bell o' Liberty shod wi' the metal free.
He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green sae free,
He held the leopard and the tide by the field o' Lintounie.
Gan shine the shield yer father bore, gan strike yer metal free,
Gan shine the helm yer father wore by the field of Torwoodlee.
He rode yin nicht when it was mirk, doon by the leopard's lair,
He chased the tyrant in his shirt around the field sae fair.
Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banner hame,
Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost the bloody game.