Verse I We heard their engines before first light, Cold wheels turning through the fading night. Word came down through every town— “They’ve come again to claim our ground.” But these hills remember every name, Every winter, every flame. You don’t buy stone, you don’t buy rain, And you don’t take what blood maintained. Pre-Chorus Stand your line, don’t bend low— The river knows where we belong. Chorus Hold the north— Feet in the earth and eyes ahead. Hold the north— Not one road and not one shed. Let them talk of power and gold, We were raised by wind and cold. Hold the north— And send them home. Verse II Before the crowns were bound as one, Before the southern kings had come, The old clans walked through mist and stone, And called this rugged place their own. From Alba’s fires to island seas, From forest roots to Hebridean breeze, No throne endures, no empire stays— But Scotland walks through all her days. Verse III At Bannockburn the banners flew, And the mud itself remembered too. Steel met steel and voices rose, Against the weight no kingdom chose. Not for conquest, not for fame— Only so we kept our name. And every age since then has known: A people stand or lose their home. Chorus Hold the north— Feet in the earth and eyes ahead. Hold the north— Not one road and not one shed. Though they count us weak and small, We have outlasted all. Hold the north— And send them home. Verse IV The glens grew quiet, ships sailed west, Families carrying all they had left. Fields stood empty, fires burned low, Yet memory stayed beneath the snow. Through factory smoke and city stone, The old songs carried on alone. Time moved forward, seasons changed— But Scotland never gave her name. Bridge No retreat. No parade. No surrender bought or made. No command from distant halls— A nation rises when it calls. Verse V (2026) Then one clear year the people spoke, No cannon fired, no kingdom broke. Only voices, only choice— A nation answering its own voice. The flags came out, the streets stood still, From border earth to northern hill. No victory cry, no enemy— Only Scotland, finally free. Final Chorus Hold the north— Till the smoke turns into dawn. Hold the north— When the last long night is gone. If they ask who stayed the storm— Tell them Scotland kept us warm. Hold the north— For the old and for the young. Hold the north— Till the final song is sung. And when the morning fills the glen— We stand as ourselves again.
