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| Scots' Music |
| Braw Lads 'O Gala Water |
| Braw, braw lads o' Gala Water, Bonnie lads o' Gala Water; I'll kilt my coats abune my knee, And follow my love through the water; Braw, braw lads. Lothian lads are black as deils, And Selkirk lads are no' much better; I'll kilt my coats abune my knee And follow the lad o' Gala Water; Braw, braw lad. It's ower the moss and doon yon glen, And ower the bonnie blooming heather, Nicht or day he bears the gree, The bonnie lad o' Gala Water; Braw, braw lad. Corn rigs are fine and bonnie, A block o' sheep is muckle better, The wind will shake a field of oats While lambs are frisklin' in Gala Water; Braw, braw lads. Adieu, soor plooms o' Galashiels, Tae you, my faither, here's a letter; It's I'm awa' wi' the black herd lad, To bide wi' him in Gala Water; Braw, braw lad. |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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