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The Battle O' Flodden ©

Caroline M King
Queensland, Australia
1995

The Pipes o' Battle echo still, ghostly,
across the gowan wild, snakin ever softly.
Gently muted tones o' mournful sang rent
the air where brawny leal laddies went.

To fight upon the boggy scroggy land,
facing fae in combat hand tae hand.
Reft, they fell amang gorse and died,
in camp the wumin and weans cried.

Twa hours lang yon bluidy battle raged,
sae mony thousands died, Scots forces razed.
Oor Flowers o' the Forest lay brak, battered,
The Royal Standard, fell rent and shattered.

Scotland's heart 'twas riven and sairly bled,
the English soil 'twer soaked bluid red.
Oor KIng was deid frae mortal skaith,
wrapped the Bonnie lad in Royal claith.

Ay, doon yon mucky brae's o' Flodden,
thae leal lads o' Scotland, now lang forgotten.
Young and auld sauls brave them a'
they fought and died in Tartan's braw.

The Pipes of Battle echo still, ghostly,
across the gowan wild, snakin ever softly.


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