Merry fairs of Falkirk/The broad swords of auld Scotland

The Broad Swords of OLD SCOTLAND.

⁠WHEN our valiant ancestors did land in this isle,
Brave Fergus commanded and vict'ry did smile,
With their Broad Swords in their hand they well cleared the sail!
⁠O the Broad Swords of old Scotland
⁠And O the Old Scottish Broad Swords!

⁠The Romans the Picts, and the Old Britons too
Us, by fraud and by guile did attempt to subdue;
But their schemes prov'd abortive while we did prove true,
⁠O the Broad Swords &c

⁠Tho' some factious Nobles to serve their own end,
Did join with the English, themselves to befriend,
And we lost at first they did lose in the end,
⁠O the Broad Swords &c

⁠Remember brave Wallace who bold'y did play,
Bruce at Bannockburn, what a glorious day!
The flowers of Old England our heroes did stay.
⁠O the Broad Swords &c.

⁠See Edward their King, take his heels in a fright,
Nor e'er look'd behind but in Berwick alight,
On an old fishing boat He bade Scotland good night.
⁠O the broad Swords. &c.

⁠Our Scottish ancestors were valiant and bold,
In leaving ne'er beat nor in battle controul'd,
But now-shall I name it!—Alas! we're all sold.
⁠O the Broad Swords of Scotland,
⁠And O the Old Scottish Broad Swords.