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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 |
| [2] |
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 |
