O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.
The anger that you felt in Lanark toon,
When English soldiers kill’d yer wife.
And sheriff William Hazelrig,
Deserv’d tae lose his life.
How proud you must have felt at Stirlin’ brig,
Tae see fat Chressingham go down,
And watch brave Surrey run away,
Tae face his maister’s frown.
O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.
How sad you must have felt when Moray died,
A realm tae gerd a’ by yersel.
And sore defeat by Falkirk wood,
Must have tried yer will.
The treachery ye felt at Robroyston,
Sold out by Adam Browning.
And captur’d by Sir John Mentieth,
They caus’d ye a’ that grief.
O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.
O’ the pain you felt in London toon,
Ower filthy streets they dragg’d ye through.
And murder’d by the English crown,
The fear was theirs not yours.
O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.
