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| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Air fol lol lol lo ho ro, Air fol lol lol lay, Air fol lol lol lo ho ro, Air fol lol lol lay, Air fol lol lol lo ho ro, Air fol lol lol lay, Fol lee fol lo ho ro, Air fol lol lol lay. There's lilt in the song I sing there's laughter and love, There's tang from the sea and blue from heaven above, Of reason there's none but why should there be but one, As long as there's fire in the blood and light in the eye. whether the blood be highland or lowland or no. And whether the skin be black or white as the snow, Of kith and of kin we're one be it right be it wrong as long as our voices join this chorus of song. |