To Scottish friends I lift a glass

To you, who've kept alive

The memory of heroes past

Across dark moors of time

To you who know this simple truth

And show it near and far

It is the tales we tell ourselves

That makes us who we are

So let us drink to Scotland fair

Its sorrow and its solace

And lift our glasses in the air

To you and William Wallace

And to the Clan that bears his name

My sisters and my brothers

I'd rather be a man in your eyes

Than a king in any others.