Ye can keep yer London bankers and yer politicians too, 300 years deceit and lies we've had enough o' you. In the year eighteen we'll make oor stand ,like the Wallace long ago, Goodbye farewell and we'll no be back ,its time for us tae go
Our fathers fought in Britain's every war,always first tae face the foe, But loyalty tae this union ,gets ye nothin now we know, So we'll raise our saltires high again ,let the lion rampant roar, For London we have had enough and we will take no more
Chorus Alba Gu Brath, Scotland Forever, Alba Gu Brath ,I never will vote no, Alba Gu Brath ,Scotland Forever, Alba Gu Brath, We'll bring our freedom home.
Culloden and Red Clydeside, Rosyth and Ravenscraig, Butchery ,betrayal,broken promises they made, Auld Scotland was the faithfull wife ,Mistreated and abused, Divorce the only answer now ,no more to be excused.
Caledonias sons and daughters ,from the Highlands and the Isles, From the Lowlands and the Borders, from the hills and valleys wild, Some are sons of ancient Erin, some from other Gaelic lands, But all Scots now in the year eighteen hold the future in their hands
So lets stand as one together, be the best that we can be , And banish all the jews and ethnics in a land thats truly free.
700 years have come and gone since the time of Bannockburn, A different game but the fights the same ,our freedom must be won, Three hundred years of Union,this devil we well know, In the year eighteen we're votin yes , For by God ,its time tae go
