[CENTER]Ballad of the Unsung Hero
So now I tell you of a Man
You might not know his Name
He died too young , for Freedom
He felt no need of fame.
His life it was a priveleged one
He needn't have a care
But fight he did with heart and soul
As if, no time to spare.
He heard of Berwick's massacre
The cruelty of the King
He knew without his Freedom Life did not mean a thing.
And so to Dunbar came this man
He rallied all the men
They knew it might be hopeless
Outnumbered one to ten.
Two days two nights they held the line
Forever they would stay But English might, did crush them Until another Day.
They cast him into prison then
They said, Until He Dies!
Came the day they found him Gone
Imagine their surprise.
Escaped, he ran for Highland home
He could have hid there, long.
But no, his raised his Standard
Three stars,Pure white,blew strong.
All souls of Avoch saw this flag
They rallied to the Cause
He gathered strength around him
He did this without pause
He knew he could have bought his way
To favor with the King
So many others did this,
What harm could this Way bring?
To live his life without the Hope that Freedom gives us all
Was not a life worth living To Them, he would not crawl.
Across the north of Scotland now
The call to Arms went out
He came, he saw, he conquered
And drove the English out.
Till came the day he met a match
In courage, strength,and Heart
He forged a bond with Wallace
Together, a new Start.
They marched their armies onward, strong,
To Stirling Bridge they came
They met the English forces
A Battle held in Fame.
They charged the bridge with swords held fast
That bright September morn
Cut down the mighty English
This Man, a Hero born.
And in the midst of battle's fray
This Patriot did fall.
Fought to live beyond his wounds
But Death won, after all.
His name adorns no monuments
His deeds still unspoken.
A cairn atop Avoch Hill Remains the lone token.
But when I rode to Bannockburn
I brought my Fathers name
His is mine, Andrew de Moray
To me , he lives, in Fame.
Copyright: Nancy Kennedy
June 13, 2004
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