On the Field at Bannock Burn
© 2004 Joe and Rebecca Duval
Now the battlefield is quiet, and there’s victory in the air
And the bodies, dead and dying; they are lying everywhere
And tomorrow I’ll be happy for the victory we’ve turned,
But tonight I miss my brother, still On The Field at Bannock Burn.
Yes, we rose up to the challenge, outnumbered five to one.
But our schiltrons worked like magic, and we killed them on the run.
Now the sun’s behind the Gillie’s Hill, but my brother’s not returned.
He is somewhere in the darkness, still On The Field At Bannock Burn.
So I cry, and I pray that his soul be whisked away,
To that other world where warriors go, rewarded for their honor.
As he fell on the field, did they lay him on his shield?
Will I find him lying peaceful there in the morning?
Drawn in to Edward’s battle, for Robert did we fight,
For the keys to Stirling Castle, and for our very lives.
And tonight they call us heroes, but the lesson that we’ve learned
Is the heroes all were left behind On The Field At Bannock Burn
So I cry, and I pray that his soul be whisked away,
To that other world where warriors go, rewarded for their honor.
As he fell on the field, did they lay him on his shield?
Will I find him lying peaceful there in the morning?
I can smell the campfires burning, from Gillie’s to the Forth,
And the revel’s go till morning, at Stirling to the north.
God speed to you, my brother, to the rest that you have earned.
All history will remember you On The Field At Bannock Burn.
And forever I’ll remember you, and the Field At Bannock Burn.