In the heart of the glen where the bagpipes call,
A legacy echoes, a resounding thrall,
The Saltire waves boldly, a banner of pride,
For freedom we yearn, with our ancestors beside.

From the mountains and lochs, their spirits arise,
With tartan blood coursing, a fire in our eyes,
No longer shall Westminster dictate our way,
For Scotland is rising, we seize the day.

With each note they play, our voices unite,
In the chill of the dawn, hearts wild with delight,
The whispers of warriors from ages before,
Guide us in battle, we’ll fight to restore.

From the whispers of history, our purpose is clear,
To claim back our homeland, resist every fear,
For those who have fallen, we honor their fight,
With the Saltire held high, we’ll strive for the right.

So let the courage be kindled, let hope light the dark,
As we march for our freedom, igniting the spark,
For in every brave heart, the spirit runs free,
A Scotland unchained, forever to be.