Scotland, my Scotland, what have you become?
You were once a beacon of light for those who need it, a glimmer of hope, for those who seek it.
Now my Scotland, a frail old man is judged harshly while another is let go with a slap.
Oh, my Scotland, how I weep.
History will not be kind to those who ruin your good name.
Scholars will look upon and wonder just how we got here,
betrayal, they will conclude.