The Wallace

Winter she mourns spring
In bridal wreath and veil
Autumn gold, summer brings
Fortune he prevails
In love's embrace bright seasons court
As lives of men they change
To fade and fall as flowers fail
And Winter rule again

For our freedom lay the wild, wild flower
Women weep in vain
Softly falls the gentle snow
Wallace he is slain

Winter she sews shrouds
O'er Falkirk's bloody plains
Masques o' death o'er all abound
To waste her own domain
What king or queen shall not defend
Braver hearts must claim
Or freedom fall as flowers fail
And winter rule again

For our freedom lay the wild, wild flowers
Women weep in vain
Softly falls the gentle snow
Wallace he is slain