Cry For Freedom

My king won another crown — for Scotland’s pride.
That is what we thought but we were not right.
Now he rules in London — a faceless king.
Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy. Five laws.
You gave at Perth. Betray the rights. We gained by birth.
Cry, cry, cry, cry for freedom.
The heritage of centuries — you did betray.
The blood of Bruce flowing in your vains.
How could you give away — what Braveheart died for.