Rise and walk free, Scotland, rise and walk proud Not from shadows or chains, but from under the cloud Of forgetting your story, forgetting your name You were born in sunlight, born in flame. Bannockburn’s field still speaks from the past A verified truth that was built to last Scholars and makers who lit the world bright Poets who carved freedom into the night. Rise and walk free like gulls on the Forth Lift your eyes to the wind blowing out of the north. This isn’t rebellion it’s remembering the key Scotland stands upright. Scotland walks free. Rise and walk free, let the whole land see You were always a lion. Now roar and be. Copyright 2026 Trevor Swistchew. All rights reserved.
