Where Good Robert Resides ©
Brunswick, ME, USA
The fate of a great man now rests in my hands.
Noble Robert the Bruce has fought hard for our lands.
His life now at stake, I hide him in Kippin's deep caves,
So he is not scorned, or worse, killed by England's treacherous knaves.
If they knock upon my door and demand what I know,
I shall make up some lie and then off they will go.
Sent the opposite direction from where good Robert resides.
Taking orders from King Edward I will never abide.
For I will never show loyalty to an English born lad,
Unless he bows before me and kisses my plaid.
But until that fateful day does come about,
Sir Robert, fear not, for I shall stay bold and devout!