The Black Douglas - The Corries

There was a man sae dark and true wha Scotland loo’ed

Sae dear

There was a king wha lang will rue the Scots wha flayed

Him sair

Gan cry the hounds o' Douglasvale, gan string the

Ettrick bow

Gan warn the spears o' Liddiesdale that Edward leads

The foe

He wore the cross our Andrew bore by the steps o'

Calvary

He won the sword our Robert wore by the field o'

Balvennie

Gan shear the chains o' slavery, gan dance my leige man

Lee

Gan ring the bell o' Liberty shod wi' the metal free

He won his spurs doon by St. Bride upon the green she

Free

He held the leopard and the tide by the field o'

Lintounie

Gan shine the shield yer father bore, gan strike yer

Metal free

Gan shine the helm yer father wore by the field of Torwoodlee

He rode yin nicht when it was mirk doon by the

Leopard’s lair

He chased the tyrant in his shirt around the field sae

Fair

Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, gan tak ye banners

Hame

Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon and lost the

Bloody game