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 BRUCE'S ADDRESS.

Near, Bannockburn King Edward lay, The Scots they were not far away; Each eye bent on the break of day, Glimm'ring frae the cast.

At last the sun shone o'er the heath. which lighted up the field of death! While Bruce, with soul-inspiring breath: His heroes thus address'd:

" Scots, wha ba'e wr Wallace,bled; Scots, wham Bruce has aften led; Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victory!

Now's the day, an' now's the hour; See the front of battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power Chains and slavery!

Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Cowar I turn an' flee!

Wha for Scotland's king an' law, Fredom's sword will strongly draw?