It was not for glory that he fought
Our Wallace, brave and true.
For he had only thoughts of freedom
When he stood under the White and the Blue.
Nor was it for fame he risked his life
And fought when no one else would
To free his land from the English tyrant,
For Scotland, he did all he could.
And neither was it for riches he defied
Cruel Longshanks the English king.
He rose and fought for his mother land
Like a valiant eagle on the wing.
Our Wallace was the bravest of men,
He fought with no reserve.
He defied England and its tyranny
For no false king would he serve.
Wallace was betrayed by Menteith
Who prized gold over his native land.
And sad was that awful day
When he was delivered into the Tyrant’s hand.
But Wallace was defiant to the last,
He would never give in.
He vowed to fight to his last breath
Never mind what they would do to him.
It was because of all this
That the men followed him true.
They followed him faithfully to the death
And made the English their deeds to rue.
And it was because of his noble deeds
That we remember him still.
The brave man who fought for his country
And never gave in to Longshanks’ will.
For, William, you were never forgotten,
No matter your thoughts back then.
You’re still very much in Scotland today
And fill the hearts of all the men.