The Field of Bannockburn G. Simpson 'Twas on a bonnie simmer's day, the English came in grand array, King Edward's orders to obey, upon the field of Bannockburn. Sae loudly let the pibroch wake, each loyal clan frae hill and lake, And boldly fight for Scotland's sake, upon the field of Bannockburn. King Edward raised his standard high, Bruce shook his banners in reply, Each army shouts for victory, upon the field of Bannockburn. The English horse wi' deadly aim, upon the Scottish army came; But hundreds in the pits were slain, upon the field of Bannockburn. McDonald's clan, how firm their pace, dark vengance gleams in every face, Lang they'd thirsted to embrace, their Sass'nach friends at Bannockburn. The Fraser bold his brave clan led, wide their thistle banners spread, They boldly fell and boldly bled, upon the field of Bannockburn. The ne'er behind brave Douglas came, and also with him Donald Graham Their blood-red painted swords did stain, the glorious field of Bannockburn. That day King Edward's heart did mourn, with joy each Scottish heart did burn In memory now let us return, our thanks to Bruce at Bannockburn.
Music; traditional. Content copyright © 2000 held by the author; Ian Hall.
