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Red Lion famed and feared of old
On Scotland's battle field,
The blazon of her banner fold
The 'scutcheon of her shield.
Meet emblem of her heroes whom
Thou ledd'st to battle forth,
And ledd'st to triumph, or a tomb
Red Lion of the North!
The warlike Pict, the wandering Dane,
Oft thou hast made to mourn
And sterner glories dyed they name,
The blood of Bannockburn!
On later fields, in many a clime
Hast thou pawed proudly forth,
Triumphant as of olden tme,
Red Lion of the North!
The chieftan's cairn, the martyr's grave,
Where sleep the heroic dead,
May ne'er the footstep of a slave,
Profane them with their tread
Nor vainly may the future see
Our armed hosts go forth,
Beneath St. Andrew's cross, and thee,
Red Lion of the North!
The ancient mind, the ancient might,
Still may our hills produce,
To wield the sword of Wallce Wight,
The battle-axe Bruce!
The soul to love the minstrels lore,
And prize the patriot's worth,
The spirit of the years yore,
Red Lion of the North!
High honour unto thine and thee,
For ever shalt thou wave,
But from the flag-staff of the free,
The banner of the brave!
And by glories in the past,
When Scotland bears thee forth,
Stand thou for freedom, first and last,
Red Lion of the North!
