As long as a hunner o' us remain alive,
we'll nae gie up oor freedom,
except oor lives.
This is oor vow.
This is oor declaration!
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 Scot's,
trying his best to lay us low.
But we will stand up proudly, strike our mighty blow,
fight until the d**h 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.