But upon the morrow Scottish plaids you wore
Your English alliances surfaced again
And stressed your allegiance causing you pain
While history took turns your heart remained true
But only the likes of Wallace knew
William’s life would be given to uphold your name
And none, save the closest knew of your game
Oh Roibert, dear Roibert, Red Comyn you smite
In Dumfries the Friars cry out ‘tis not right
The shedding of blood on sacred ground
Brought the wrath of Edward down
Your tears had been shed for Wallace, your friend
Upon the banks of Abhainn Dhùins
The crown of Scotland would be yours not once
but twice upon sequential moons
Oh Roibert, dear Roibert…
C Hummel Kornell, copyrighted – all rights reserved.
Brought the wrath of Edward down
Your tears had been shed for Wallace, your friend
Upon the banks of Abhainn Dhùins
The crown of Scotland would be yours not once
but twice upon sequential moons
Oh Roibert, dear Roibert…
C Hummel Kornell, copyrighted – all rights reserved.
Photo Prompt Courtesy of Tess Kincaid.
