Robert Burns

“ By oppression's woes and pains:
By your sons in servile chains.
We will drain our dearest veins;
But they shall be—free.
Lay the proud usurpers low,
Tyrants fall in every foe:
Liberty's in e ery blow,
Let us do or die. ”

“ Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled;
Scots wham Bruce has aften led:
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victory. ”