Ainsley's March
(From Robert Burns' poem, "Scots what hae")
Bears, wha hae wi' Ainsley bled,
Bears, wham Bruce was final led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach the Conclaves's power -
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Queenie's rule and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-men stand and free-men fa',
Let him follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in senile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!
All Works are © Original Author
(OC Author - Paul Martin)