THE
BATTLE
OF
Bannockburn.
IN days of yore our Scottish bards
did our heroes' acts proclaim,
And among the chief was Robert Bruce
a King of noble fame.
After the death of Wallace wight,
(butcher'd at London town)
The English overpow'r'd the land,
and claim'd the Scottish crown.
Most of the Forts were in their hands,
Stirling, Bothwel and Dunbar,
And nothing could redeem the land,
but hot and bloody war.
Our noble King was still defeat,
and to the woods banish'd;
Till fortune's wheel turn'd up her spake,
and s wonted courage rais'd.
But the desperadoes of the land
unto their king have flown,
And vow'd to die thro' sweet revenge,
than bear the English frown
The forts and castles they retook,
made many English dree,
Rutherglen's stoat Peel they did reduce
and after took Dundee.
Bold Moubray Stirling Castle kept,
(a place of noted fame)
And when the Scots laid siege thereto,
he would not yield the same.
