The Scottish Chiefs
Air. From the cradle to the grave
or [castles] in the air.
One evening after daily toil
I sat down to have a smoke,
With my children by the fire
I passed a pleasant joke.
In my hand I took a book
I soon turned o'er the leaves,
Proud I was to find such men
In the Scottish Chiefs.
As this book I did pursue
I found some noble men,
Who nobly fought for freedom
For their dear native land.
Our brave Sir William Wallace
His name should ner decay,
In Scottish mind should his name shine
Like the bright sunbeams of day.
How he waved his sword at Stirling Bridge
Which caused their hearts to shock,
And also at Dumbarton
When he forced them o'er the rock.
Long live young Edward's name
How he, in the hour of night,
Climbed the rock and passed the guards
And got answered, all is right.
As I went further on
The leaves quickly turned,
I saw the name of the great Bruce
Who fought at Bannockburn.
Brave [gen] general ship he did display
Scotland's crown to save,
And let your children sing his praise
Who fills a hero's grave.
Such men as those I name
I've heard many a long debate,
Each one tries to explain his point
When he [his] view [would] would state.
But Scotland yet has many sons
Would fight as brave as these,
And face the foe for freedoms cause
So I'll close the Scottish Chiefs.
