(spoken)nI wonder what you felt insidenAs they dragged you through foreign streetsnThe townsfolk spat venom at younAs churchmen took their seatsnAnd did you think of your MotherlandnAs you stood there center stagenOr did you feel suppression, Dear Sir,nLike an animal in a cage?nnI wonder what you felt insidenAs they hung you by your throatnThrough tear-welled eyes you looked outnAs the crowd began to gloat. nAnd when they cut you downnSo that your body slammed the groundnDid you pray to God for strength, Dear Sir,nTo fight another round?nnI wonder what you felt insidenWhen you burned with ropes pulled tightnDid you see the glee upon their facesnAs they watched you lose the fight?nAnd when every inch of your body cried outnWith the burning, searing pain, nDid it ever cross your mind, Dear Sir,n“Was it all in vain”?nnI wonder what you felt insidenWhen you met the butcher’s bladenDid you see their blank expressionsnAs they watched your life-force fade?nOr did your soul break free from the pain and the hurtnTo a pine covered glennAnd will you ever know, Dear Sir,nWhat a hero you became?nnAye, will you ever know, Dear Sir,nWhat a hero you became?nn(shouted)nDon’t fear their cannons or their muskets!nCharge with me!nWe fight for what we love!nWe fight for our country!nScotsmen!nCharge, For Scotland!n