The michtee Scot through and through,
Never gave up whilst the enmy grew.
The tall blue eyed lad, William Wallace,
At Stirling Brig his ermy was flawless.
Stirling Brig,h Stirling Brig,
Yee helped them o’, at Stirling Brig.
As the battle died of, along came Murray,
The English were feart, as they started tae scurry.
As they backed off, victory was certain,
Wallace’s blood, soaked rauchan.
Stirling Brig, oh Stirling Brig,
Yee helped them o’, at Stirling Brig.
Wallace the hero, Murray the saviour,
All thanking Murray, he did us a favour.
Happy Scots, cheers all around,
As he was brave, he should’ve been crowned.
Stirling Brig, oh Stirling Brig,
Yee helped them o’, at Stirling Brig.
The freedom fighter, came to an end,
The battle o’ Falkirk, he did not reccomend.
Dying in England, screaming freedom,
The English king, keckling in his kingdom.
Stirling Brig, oh Stirling Brig,
Yee helped them o’, at Stirling Brig.
By Darrel Wilson
Age 12 years old