Love Poem: Freedom
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Written by: Cameron Holden

Freedom

It started in Stirling, English blood was shed 
A hero was named, All around men lay dead 
The claymore was wielded against many a foe 
Ancient scores settled with every blow 

We marched south to york, a city to sack
ramming down the gate it broke the men's  back
Once inside we ransacked the town
English bodies dead pilled high on the ground 
The kings nephew commanded, we cut of his head 
We put it in a basket to London it was sent

Now on to Falkirk, we were flanked by a foe 
The nobles were bought off, our country was sold 
They would not commit to the battle that day
Cowards and scoundrels were Albas nobles that day 

Our cowardly nobles, a Hero betrayed 
On a slab in London executed he lay 
He would not submit to English tyranny 
Alba Gu Bragh were the words that he said