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| Scots' Music |
| Gaugers |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Hi tum a doo, hi tum a daddy o Hi tum a doo tum a daddy o O come a' ye Kincardine lads an' come awa' wi' me An' we'll awa' tae Sandy's still an' drink the barley bree Last night I dreamed a dreamy dream, I dreamed it yince afore I dreamed that oor guidman was chased by the gaugers frae Dunmore Noo Willie rode his auld grey mare, he rode till the break o' day Cryin', Lassie lassie guar' yersel' fir there's gaugers on the way The gaugers cam intae the hoose, they gaed right up the stair They gaed intae the faither's room an' they foond the bottles there They pu'd the blankets frae the bed, they trailed them on the flair Till Maggie she cam runnin' ben sayin', Ye buggers heid fir the door The gaugers they hae ta'en the road that leads back tae Dunmore When Sandy got the bottles oot sayin', Mak' a barrel more Noo Willie Callum made the lum, he made it stoot an' strang That it wid stand the wear an' tear an' mak' the double strang Repeat 1 |
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