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The Auld Hoose
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Were the outdated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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Oh! the auld hoose, the auld hoose,
What tho' the rooms were wee,
Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there,
And bairnies fu' o' glee.
And wild rose and the jassamine
Still hang upon the wa'
Hoo mony cherished memories
Do they sweet flow'rs reca'.

Oh, the auld Laird, the auld Laird
Sae canty, kind and crouse.
Hoo mony did he welcome there,
His ain wee dear auld hoose.
And the leddy, too, sae genty,
There shelter'd Scoltand's heir,
An' clipt a lock wi' her ain han'
Frae his long yellow hair

The mavis still doth sweetly sing,
The bluebells sweetly blaw.
The bonnie Earn's clear, winding still
But the auld hoose is awa'.
The auld hoose, the auld hoose
Deserted tho' ye be,
There ne'er can be a new hoose,
Will seem sae fair to me.

Still flourishing the auld pear tree
The bairnies liked to see.
And oh hoo often did they speir
When ripe they a' wad be?
The voices sweet, the wee bit feet
Aye runnin' here and there.
The merry shouts oh, whiles we greet
To think we'll hear nae mair