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They hung Wallace high from the scaffold,
They cut him down ere he was dead,
And when he choked the queen jeered him,
For daring to cross English Ted.
His heart and his liver they savaged,
While her majesty watched the glad scene,
His head was cut off, he was quartered,
Twas an afternoon fit for a queen.
Chorus;
They murdered the Wallace for treason,
His body has long since decayed,
But no English crown can destroy him,
For Wallace is with us today.
He took up the sword against England,
The cowardly Sassenach ran,
He beat them at Stirling and Falkirk,
And chased them like rats from our land.
King Edward of England was raging
That Scotland was free once again,
The Scottish Republican Army
Had wiped out his best fighting men.
Oh, William the Wallace fought bravely,
No Englishman could him defeat,
But English gold brought Scottish quislings,
And he was betrayed by Menteith.
With a crown made of thorns he was tortured,
For setting his own country free.
How am I a traitor cried Wallace
When England is foreign to me.
From Edinburgh, Stirling and Falkirk,
From Inverness to Elderslie,
His spirit is calling for justice,
And commands us to set ourselves free.
So when once again we do battle
For Wallace against English scum,
With no fear of betrayal to the Saxon
Let them come! Let them come! Let them come!
Footnote - On 11 September 1297 a Scottish
army under the command of William Wallace and Andrew de Moray defeated a
larger English force under John de Warrenne, Earl of Surrey, and The
Treasurer of England, Hugh de Cressingham, at the Battle of Stirling
Bridge. William Wallace and Andrew de Moray were subsequently appointed
as Joint Guardians of Scotland.
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