Letras
Will ye come wi' me
Will ye wait fir me
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
In my dreams I heard proud Wallace, crying in the night
Fighting for the freedom of oor land
Have you seen Black Douglas, wi' Bruce's heart in hand
If he can die for Alba so can I
Will ye come wi' me
Will ye wait fir me
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
Edward o' England; hammer of the Scots
Trying his best to lay us low
But we will stand up proudly, strike our mighty blow
Fight until the death of every man
Will ye come wi' me
Will ye wait fir me
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn