Bannockburn

In the rolling Scottish glen,

Where brave hearts fought again,

Came the call to stand and fight,

For freedom’s shining light.

Robert Bruce led the way,

On that historic day,

Sword and shield in the hand,

They fought for Scottish land.

Bannockburn, the victory’s call,

Freedom’s voice, proud and tall,

Across the moor and through the fen,

Scotland’s strength arose again.

Bannockburn, the story grand,

Liberty for Scottish land,

Forever shall we remember,

The day we made them surrender.

English host upon the field,

Saw their pride begin to yield,

The Scottish courage bold and true,

With fire in just and few.

Every shout and battle cry,

Echoed ‘neath the Highland sky,

Until the foe was cast away,

And freedom won the day.

Bannockburn, the victory’s call,

Freedom’s voice, proud and tall,

Across the moor and through the fen,

Scotland’s strength arose again.

Bannockburn, the story grand,

Liberty for Scottish land,

Forever shall we remember,

The day we made them surrender.

From rugged hills to historic stones,

The spirit of our ancestors,

Fought for rights and sovereign thrones,

A future born from battle's scars.

So raise your voices high,

And lift your heads to sky,

For those who fought and bled,

Ensured our nation’s thread.

Their courage etched in stone,

Now forever known,

The Battle of Bannockburn,

Where Scotland’s freedom was born.

Now the bells of victory ring,

In the land of the brave and free,

Bannockburn’s the glorious day,

That made us all believe.

Remember strong and brave,

The sacrifices they gave,

Bannockburn’s our shining crown,

Forever Scotland’s own.