Mercenary Song (Scottish)

Well, nae bairns or grand stakes, nae crowns or Loyal men. Couldnae care if you're a laird or A cur at mine again. We march oot tae the fray wi' halberd in Hand. The ploughman reaps barley, We reap fear in the land. Blood's everywhere, aye, it seals oor hard pact. Pay up, sleep in peace, pay not, Terror's the act. Whit ye think we want war For the clink o' coin? What's left for the land, ashen grief in the Low. We'll gang even tae hell if they pay us In full. Folk join no for a banner that Flaps like a gull. A medal ye cannae sell, so it's worth naught A droke. Like a mirage in the desert, It vanishes, smoke. No name and no fame, yet the curses write Swell. Past good and past evil, Washed clean by the ale. Understand it, accept it wi' nae shame on yer Face. The world will forget us and we'll all End in muck in the same place. Our oath is the contract, oor law is the Steel. Die for honor like a daddy, Not a hap penny we'll feel. Look for nae mercy where nae knight's prayer mine. We'll burn what's afore us, nae scruple, Nae line. Here, killing's nae sin, 'tis a craft, 'tis a trade. If ye lived, that's success, then cease ye get Luck lad ye're made. On the banes o' the beaten, oor temple is Set. Nae icons, nae pardon, just gowd and no Debt. We'll gang even tae hell if the coin's paid Afore. Where oor company marches, Nae harvest will grow anymair. What the fire has taken, ye'll ne'er win back. At the bottom o' the bottle or road's plain As black. We spit on yer glory, Just keep the purse filled. Come join oor rough host, hear the motive, Our name well drilled. In taverns we drink wine wi' nae shame in Oor face. When the hour comes round, We'll all end in muck in the same Place. Look sair! Look sair! Look sair for ye stand where dogs and flesh Are in vain. Nae veto, ye weep fate, Friendless, dais and run. Wit our ideas and honor, wae heart, Wae flag. If gowd's in yer loo, For the rest is a rag. If civilians will suffer, aye, such is their luck. In war it will be so, whit else had Ye thought? Life passes like battle, If only we could cry. Bide, feet first oont the road tae the own Wife. We thus save on the Day. We'll gang even tae hell if they double the Pay. Folk join no for a banner that flutters Away. Don't sote door, it's the price that decides. See the blood and the fire, no less, It's nae dream. It's the truth in disguise. Good or evil, we'd rather keep net for oor Shoulders. Slash and stab, good gifts won't save ye, Me older. If a toad has been given, Then blunder or burn. Ye're no here for a medal, don't lie tae Yersel, learn. And the moment a yird throws his cloak o'er The bed. A mate in the company mutters the Name that was said. Seek him out, yer man, stifle it, Hide his embrace. He'll say he was a bastard, but he bore His gowd like a sainted grace.