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Lions of the North

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In the glen where the cold winds cry, Beneath the vast and iron sky, Rose a roar from hill and heather— A call to stand, to fight together. From cottage hearth to castle wall, They heard their ancient country’s call, For chains were laid on Alba’s hands, By foreign crown and foreign bands. Chorus Sing high for William Wallace, brave and tall, Who swore that Scotland ne’er would fall. Sing loud for Robert the Bruce, the crown reclaimed, By blood and fire his right he claimed. From Stirling bridge to Bannock’s field, They proved no Scottish heart would yield. O pipes, play on through time’s abuse— For Wallace bold and the noble Bruce! Verse 2 At Stirling’s bridge the river ran, Red with the price of freedom’s stand, With spear and shield and fearless cry, They struck beneath the autumn sky. Though fate would test with cruel decree, And martyr’s death on gallows tree, His name like thunder split the night— A torch to guide the freedom fight. Chorus Sing high for William Wallace, brave and tall, Who swore that Scotland ne’er would fall. Sing loud for Robert the Bruce, the crown reclaimed, By blood and fire his right he claimed. From Stirling bridge to Bannock’s field, They proved no Scottish heart would yield. O pipes, play on through time’s abuse— For Wallace bold and the noble Bruce! Verse 3 In shadowed cave and winter’s sting, A patient heart prepared a king. Three times beaten, thrice cast down, Yet still he reached for Scotland’s crown. Like spider weaving silver thread, He learned from hope that was not dead, Until at Bannockburn they stood, And turned the tide with Scottish blood. Bridge O heather bloom and thistle fair, Still guard the souls who battled there, For every child of hill and shore Still hears that ancient lion’s roar. Final Chorus Sing high for William Wallace, ever free, His spirit walks in you and me. Sing loud for Robert the Bruce, Scotland’s king, Let every glen and mountain sing! From Stirling bridge to Bannock’s flame, Forever burn their deathless name. O pipes, play on by loch and spruce— For Wallace bold and the noble Bruce!