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Braveheart - (the way Tam sings it, using Scots words). See below for the English translation.


Words and arrangement by Tam MacLucas.
To the traditional tune:- “Broom o’the Cowdenknowes“.


O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

The anger that you felt in Lanark toon,
When English soldiers kill’d yer wife.
And sheriff William Hazelrig,
Deserv’d tae lose his life.

How proud you must have felt at Stirlin’ brig,
Tae see fat Chressingham go down,
And watch brave Surrey run away,
Tae face his maister’s frown.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

How sad you must have felt when Moray died,
A realm tae gerd a’ by yersel.
And sore defeat by Falkirk wood,
Must have tried yer will.

The treachery ye felt at Robroyston,
Sold out by Adam Browning.
And captur’d by Sir John Mentieth,
They caus’d ye a’ that grief.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

O’ the pain you felt in London toon,
Ower filthy streets they dragg’d ye through.
And murder’d by the English crown,
The fear was theirs not yours.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
Ye pit a’ the Earls and Lords tae shame.
You made a stand and you show’d us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

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Braveheart, (English translation).

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
You put all the Earls and Lords to shame.
You made a stand and you showed us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

The anger that you felt in Lanark town,
When English soldiers killed your wife.
And sheriff William Hazelrig,
Deserved to lose his life.

How proud you must have felt at Stirling bridge,
To see fat Chressingham go down,
And watch brave Surrey run away,
To face his master's frown.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
You put all the Earls and Lords to shame.
You made a stand and you showed us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

How sad you must have felt when Moray died,
A realm to guard all by yourself.
And sore defeat by Falkirk wood,
Must have tried your will.

The treachery you felt at Robroyston,
Sold out by Adam Browning.
And captured by Sir John Mentieth,
They caused you all that grief.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
You put all the Earls and Lords to shame.
You made a stand and you showed us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.

O’ the pain you felt in London town,
Over filthy streets they dragged you through.
And murdered by the English crown,
The fear was theirs not yours.

O’ Braveheart, O’ Brave, Braveheart,
You put all the Earls and Lords to shame.
You made a stand and you showed us the way,
Braveheart, Braveheart.