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| Gallant Forty Twa |




| You may talk about your lancers, or your Irish Fusiliers, The Aberdeen Militia or the Queen's Own Volunteers; Or any other regiment that's lying far awa' Come gie to me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Chorus And strolling through the green fields on a summer day, Watching all the country girls working at the hay, I really was delighted and he stole my heart awa' When I saw him in the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Oh I never will forget the day his regiment marched past. The pipes they played a lively tune but my heart was aghast, He turned around and smiled farewell and then from far awa' He waved at me the tartan of the gallant Forty Twa. Chorus Once again I heard the music of the pipers from afar. They tramped and tramped, the weary men returning from the war. And as they nearer drew I brushed a woeful tear awa' For me and my braw laddie of the gallant Forty Twa. Chorus |































| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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