As from each eye the flash did dart,
That spoke the spirits enmity:
But fast the Southrons fell and fled
Where Bruce—brave Bruce! his patriots led,
And Scotland’s lion rampant—red
Pranced proudly on to victory!
And may each land, as Scotland, scorn
The tyrant’s threat—his thraldom spurn
With such success as Bannockburn
Of dear and deathless memory!