| The wind lashed in our faces
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| The English found our traces
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| On moss-covered land
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| Scotland we defend
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| At Stirling bridge we try to last
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| But we fail to stand fast
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| Blood mingles with pouring rain
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| Writing tales of pain
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| Help — Else we will perish
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| Help — Else we will vanish
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| Look — Heaven’s sign
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| Look — Ship’s graceful lines
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| White knights appear
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| Silhouetted against the dark
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| In the battle of Bannockburn
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| The table turns
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| Few knights appear
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| But masters of the fight
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| In the battle of Bannockburn
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| The table turns
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| They draw their glaming swords
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| Two knights one horse
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| How they swing their flail
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| Ending the bloody tale
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| Just like a bad dream
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| English disappear in fog
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| Finally — Victory
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| Highlanders’victory |