In the rolling hills of Scotland

As my momma told it to me

A brave bough rest far atop

My twining family tree

From this glistening red and gold bough

A great man was born in Ayr

He was from a stong family 

And mother Scotland was his sire

He had to grow strong and ready

For his country was being oppressed

The English were hurting his people

And they would not by addressed

And now he was ready to stand

So he took the vow at Scone

And Scotland had a new leader

As King Robert the Bruce took his throne

With William Wallace he picked his side

And a great battle there was to be fought

As he marched with his men to war

A greater lesson there was to be taught

They clashed with Edward the Second

In an attempt to gain back their land

But the odds were opposed three-to-one

Robert's army was severely outmanned

So they pulled back to recover

They needed to make a plan

And at a strategic endeavor

Few were as good as this man

But even King Robert was at a loss

So to a spider his eyes were drawn

Whose web had been wrecked by wind

But whose perseverence was not gone

At last the Bruce was inspired

They faced Edward right then

All that the Scottish had needed

Was just to try, try again