So long since the great civil wars
When England won the day
An uprising now in the north
Edward's troops they march again
A great promise of adventure
Recruited to light for the crown
We'll die as heroes and men
If they won't bow we'll bring them down
On rolling hills and plains of green
We will meet the enemy
For valor and the glory
The Scots lay across the bridge
A peasant army poised to fight
Our commander orders us on
So we cross the narrow way
They attack without warning
Our cavalry meets its end
Pushed back to the water's edge
Am I to die with my countrymen?
In this year of our Lord
By the will of our king
Warhorses set to ride
Through the north of England
In this year of their death
When our swords have found them
Songs sung to our victory
At the Battle of Stirling Bridge
The cursed thing broken and burned
But Wallace ran us down
We fight for freedom they say
As we stain this sacred ground
But I'm a soldier to the end
Still young and courage-strong
My life bound for lasting glory
Told in tales and song
On rolling hills and plains of green
We will meet the enemy
For valor and the glory
In this year of our Lord
By the will of our king
Warhorses set to ride
Through the north of England
In this year of their death
When our swords have found them
Songs sung to our victory
At the Battle of Stirling Bridge