Freedom by John Barbour

Lyrics
A! Fredome is a noble thing! Fredome mayse man to haif liking; He livis at ese that frely livis! A noble hart may haif nane ese Na ellys nocht that may him plese Gif fredome fail'th; for fre liking Is yharnit ouer all othir thing Na he that ay has livit fre May nocht knaw well the properte The anger, na the wretchit doom That is couplit to foul thraldome But gif he had assayit it Then all perquer he suld it wit; And suld think fredome mar to prise Than all the gold in warld that is Thus contrar thingis evermar Discoweringis of the tothir are
Rate this song
0/5.0 - 0 Ratings
5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)
Loading comments...
Credits
- Writers
- John Barbour