And this is famous Flodden Field
Where Englishman and Scot did wield
The gleaming sword and shining shield,
Where fourteen thousand men were slain,
And ended Scottish James's reign.
And as I stand atop the hill,
It seems I hear that battle still.
But silence reigns o'er Flodden now;
A monument commemorates how
'Both nations' brave' their lives laid low.
The wind is cold, but colder yet
The corpses we do not forget.
And peace this region now unites;
No warrior now the wet marsh bites;
Both nations' slain together lie
Beneath the churchyard-ground nearby;
Both nation's dead one day will rise
To living glory o'er the skies.
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