RIDER's blog: "Life of Sir William Wallace"

When darkness cast its spectre's hand, A tyrant's strangle held the land, A man determined he would stand, His name was William Wallace. When Lairds and Lords would coorie by, An' common folk were feart tae try, A man gaed oot a battle cry, His name was William Wallace. When gruesome deeds were commonplace, An men o' God wid hide their face, A man stood for his Ancient Race, His name was William Wallace. When freedom's voice they tried tae quell, An'demons gaed there battle yell, A man kicked at the hounds o' hell, His name was William Wallace. When fortune's wheel had rolled a chance, An'foreign knights had cried advance! A man said "noo's yer time tae dance!" His name was William Wallace. When captured by a traitor's tongue, They cried "yer rebel's race is run", He said "oor fight has just begun", His name was William Wallace. When scarred by war the Country reeled, The Bruce spoke on the battlefield, "Remember he who would not yield", His name was William Wallace.

Of our ancestors, brave true ancient Scots, Whose glorious scutcheons knew no bars or blots; But blood untainted circled ev'ry vein, And ev'ry thing ignoble did disdain; Of such illustrious patriots and bold, Who stoutly did maintain our rights of old, Who their malicious, invet'rate foes, With sword in hand, did gallantly oppose: And in their own, and nation's just defence, Did briskly check the frequent insolence Of haughty neighbours, enemies profest, Picts, Danes, and Saxons, Scotland's very pest; Of such, I say, I'll brag and vaunt so long As I have power to use my pen or tongue; And sound their praises in such modern strain As suiteth best a Scot's poetic vein, First, here I honour, in particular, Sir William Wallace, much renown'd in war, Whose bold progenitors have long time stood, Of honourable and true Scottish blood.