| When Scotland was in darkness and at English Edward’s heel
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| There rose a lad to lead us and to make the tyrant reel
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| He raised up his arm for freedom showing nerve and Scottish steel
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| William Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Sing now of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Guardian of Scotland, of truth and liberty
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| With the loyal Andrew Moray how he danced the English down
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| At Berwick and at Stirling, he provoked a royal frown
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| And mercenary traitors from Carlisle to London town
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| Knew of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Sing now of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Guardian of Scotland, of truth and liberty
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| But the skies grew black at Falkirk as the English arrows sped
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| And many a mother’s son did lie among the bloody dead
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| And when tithe took Judas' money that was placed upon the head
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| Of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Sing now of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Guardian of Scotland, of truth and liberty
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| Then the noblest heart of Scotland was revealed for all to see
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| When they hacked him into pieces underneath the gallows tree
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| But the butchery and slaughter cannot scar the memory
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| Of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Once again, the land’s in darkness as we hang our heads to mourn
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| And remember how the Braveheart caused oppression’s tide to turn
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| But Scotsmen, aye, stand ready and prepared for Bannockburn
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| Thanks to Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Sing now of Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Guardian of Scotland, of truth and liberty
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| William Wallace, the knight of Elderslie
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| Guardian of Scotland, of truth and liberty |