The vessel of my hearts affection
decanted by cold sharp steel
the finest wine in Scotland's collection
spilled on teeth, three lion’s waxen seal.
This day I swear to citizens of Scotland
to rid it of its tyrannical scourge
white roses will flush red in this land
until loves retribution has evil purged
This body’s life I gladly sacrifice
my hearts purpose always thee
our enemies will pay with blood a heavy price
until I honour thee with Scotland free.
Today we raise our swords and decree
to a nation of citizens in liberty
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I would like to translate this poem
Beatiful piece... courageous too. Feel free to check on mine, The Wind sometimes.