(spoken)   I wonder what you felt inside   As they dragged you through foreign streets   The townsfolk spat venom at you   As churchmen took their seats   And did you think of your Motherland   As you stood there center stage   Or did you feel suppression, Dear Sir,   Like an animal in a cage?      I wonder what you felt inside   As they hung you by your throat   Through tear-welled eyes you looked out   As the crowd began to gloat.    And when they cut you down   So that your body slammed the ground   Did you pray to God for strength, Dear Sir,   To fight another round?      I wonder what you felt inside   When you burned with ropes pulled tight   Did you see the glee upon their faces   As they watched you lose the fight?   And when every inch of your body cried out   With the burning, searing pain,    Did it ever cross your mind, Dear Sir,   “Was it all in vain”?      I wonder what you felt inside   When you met the butcher’s blade   Did you see their blank expressions   As they watched your life-force fade?   Or did your soul break free from the pain and the hurt   To a pine covered glen   And will you ever know, Dear Sir,   What a hero you became?      Aye, will you ever know, Dear Sir,   What a hero you became?      (shouted)   Don’t fear their cannons or their muskets!   Charge with me!   We fight for what we love!   We fight for our country!   Scotsmen!   Charge, For Scotland!