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| Scots' Music |
| Aikendrum |
Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Ken ye how a Whig can fight, Aikendrum He can fight the hero bright, with his heels and armour tight And the wind of heavenly night, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Is not Rowley in the right, Aikendrum! Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Did ye hear of Sunderland, Aikendrum That man of high command, who has sworn to clear the land He has vanished from our strand, Aikendrum, Aikendrum, Or the eel has ta'en the sand, Aikendrum. Donald's running 'round and 'round, Aikendrum, Aikendrum, Donald's running 'round and 'round, Aikendrum But the Chief cannot be found, and the Dutchmen they are drowned And King Jaime he is crowned, Aikendrum, Aikendrum But the dogs will get a stound, Aikendrum. We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum, Aikendrum We have heard of Whigs galore, Aikendrum But we've sought the country o'er, with cannon and claymore, And still they are before, Aikendrum, Aikendrum We may seek forevermore, Aikendrum! Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum Ken ye how to gain a Whig, Aikendrum Look Jolly, blythe and big, take his ain blest side and prig, And the poor, worm-eaten Whig, Aikendrum, Aikendrum For opposition's sake you will win! |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
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