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| Scots' Music |
| Ca' The Ewes |
Ca' the ewes to the Knowes, Ca' the whare the heather grows, Ca' them whare the burnie rows, My bonie dearie As I gaed down the water-side There I met my shepherd-lad, He rowd me sweetly in his plaid, And he ca'd me his dearie Ca' the ewes ... Will ye gang down the water-side And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide, The moon it shines fu' clearly Ca' the ewes ... I was bred up in nae sic school, My shepherd-lad to play the fool; And a' the day to sit in dool, And naebody to see me Ca' the ewes ... Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet, Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet, And in my arms ye'll lie and sleep, And ye sall be my dearie Ca' the ewes ... If ye'll but stand tae what ye've said, I'se gang wi' you, my shepherd-lad, And ye may rowe me in your plaid, And i sall be your dearie. Ca' the ewes While waters wimple to the sea, While day blinks in the lift sae hie, Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e, Ye sall be my dearie. |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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