Scots Sangs Fur Schools

Traditional and new Scots songs for use in Scottish schools

BE AFRAID OF ROBERT THE BRUCE

Tune: Leatherwing Bat

Key: Am +4


Be afraid of Robert the Bruce

Be afraid of Robert the Bruce


Robert the Bruce was a Scottish king

Robert the Bruce fought fearlessly

At the Battle of Bannock burn 

He fought and won for you and me


He was hiding in a cave

A spider it crawled up the wall

He watched it fall then climb again

Try again each time you fall


A bannock is an oatmeal cake

A burn is like a river or stream

We all need bread and water too

And we need the Bruce's dream


Be afraid of Robert the Bruce

Be afraid of Robert the Bruce


We all need bread and water too

And we need the Bruce's dream


STONEMASON AND MONK

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-3:07

Walking through Dunfermline Abbey in 1997, Pittencrieff PS P5 imagined what it must have been like for the stonemasons who built it, then for the monks in their daily routines of singing, praying and ringing bells. Then they wrote these songs with Ewan McVicar for the New Makars Tust.


Dig the stone, draw the plan, Catch a piece of sky
Make the pillar, flag the floor, Build the abbey high


Chisel, saw, hammer and wedge, Catch a piece of sky
Solid stone that blunts the edge, Build the abbey high


We will roof the giant nave, Catch a piece of sky
Like a cold and creepy cave, Build the abbey high


What monks here? Culdee or Black? Catch a piece of sky
Us stonemasons won’t be back, Build the abbey high


Dig the stone, draw the plan, Catch a piece of sky
Make the pillar, flag the floor, Build the abbey high


Dig the stone, draw the plan
Dig the stone, draw the plan  
Dig the stone, draw the plan Sorrowful and solemn
Dig the stone, draw the plan  Sorrowful and solemn
Dig the stone, draw the plan  Sorrowful and solemn
Dig the stone, draw the plan  Sorrowful and solemn


To the cloister we must go, Hear our voices echoing
Flickering yellow candle glow, Sorrowful and solemn


Some are playing silently, Hear our voices echoing
Some are nodding sleepily, Sorrowful and solemn


Flagstones hard and very cold, Hear our voices echoing
Wrap yourself in your black robe, Sorrowful and solemn


Shuffling sandals in the night, Hear our voices echoing
Dripping candles soft and bright, Sorrowful and solemn


Bells are ringing in the rain, Hear our voices echoing
Calling us to prayer again, Sorrowful and solemn


Sorrowful and solemn
Sorrowful and solemn
Sorrowful and solemn
Sorrowful and solemn