For there the Bruce had kneel'd,
And, half forgetful, look'd she down
On Falkirk's fatal field.
For ere to-morrow's sun shall set,
Stern Edward's self shall learn
A lesson pride may ne'er forget,
Where murmurs Bannockburn.
A voice is heard from Stirling's tower,
'Tis of that aged seer,
The lover leaves his lady's bower,