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Hazel Whyte
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A Scottish
Holiday
A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Independance.

Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
keep it?

There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
have less.

Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
you loyal?
Scots royalty died in the
1700's so it can be no
Scots crown - And
certainly not it appears to
those who came before,
that bled for Scotland
and her freedom !  
In the words
of Burns, as he
wrote from the heart.

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie.

Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie.

Wha would be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flie:

Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me.

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us Do - or Die!!!

Choose your destiny.
So you think you're gaein' tae the north to spend a holiday
'Cause you're vaguely Scottish on your mither's side
And you've heard of ancient glories both renowned in song
and story
Kilts and haggis, Andy Stewart and the Clyde

Ye go up by Crianlarich, it's the gateway to the north
And the scenery will please your eyes I'm sure
Ye take oot your picnic basket 'cause the car has blown a
gasket
In the middle o' a place called Rannoch Moor

So you telephone the garage listed in the tourist guide
That was published for you by the R.A.C.
But by design, or by intention, or, they just forget to
mention
That the garage closes doon for half past three

So you're towed behind this tractor tae a corrugated shed
That's surrounded by farm implements and carts
And you scratch your head and wonder why you ever
bought a Honda
'Cause they'll have to send to Tokyo for the parts

So you board the train for Oban and you get the boat to Mull
Feeling like you've had a night upon the tiles
Ye pay twenty pence for coffee with a tang o' diesel oil
Your experience in the swindle o' the isles

But your pulse begins to quicken at the thought of
berry-pickin'
So you take a trip to 'Gowrie for a spell
Wi' some wellies o' your mothers that she bought in Ali
Brothers
And a Gideon bible pinched frae yer hotel

So you're standing picking rasps being stung to death by
wasps
The midges and the clegs are making free
And the bairns have ate the berries and contracted
dysentery
'Cause last week they sprayed the crop with DDT

So you're headin' back to Birmingham more waterlogged
than tanned
But no signs of habitation can you see
When you thought you were in Berwick you were actually
in Lerwick
'Cause some vandal changed the signpost in Dundee
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