7
The sky was blue, the wind was still,
the moon was shining clearly,
I set her down, wi’ right good-will
Amang the rigs o’ barley;
I kent her heart was a’ my ain;
I lo’ed her most sincerely;
I kiss’d her o’er and o’er again,
amang the rigs o’ barley.
I lock’d her in my fond embrace;
her heart was beating rarely;
My blessings on that happy place
amang the rigs o’ barley.
But by the moon and stars sae bright,
that shone that hour sae clearly;
She aye shall bliss that happy night,
amang the rigs O’ harley.
Scots wha hae, &c.
Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has often led
Welcome to your gory bed.
Or to victory!
w’s the day, and now’s the hour!
the front of battle lour!
approach proud Edward’s pow’r,
Chains and slavery!
Wha wad be a traitor knave?
Wha wad fill a coward’s grave-
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Traitor, turn and flee!
