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| Scots' Music |
| Glasgow Dan |
| His name was Glasgow Dan he was the old melodeon man He sang his songs of peace and justice all across the land He sang both rich and bold with a voice of Liquid Gold Bringing happiness and teardrops to the eyes of the young and old Glasgow Dan the Music man singing songs And making music of his country He was born in Glasgow town with the shipyards all around He gained his education from the gutter and the ground He listened and and he cried with the music of the the Clyde Of the Cocker's and the Plater's and the turning of the tide Chorus He wandered up and down singing songs from town to town At markets and in fairgrounds and places of renown And all he ever seeked to is a bed and a bite to eat And vrack beside the ingle and a dram before he'd sleep Chorus He missed the mighty Boer and or the Kaiser's bloody war Though in 39 they drafted him from his native shore When next he saw the Clyde there was shrapnel in his side And his songs were filled with sadness for the countless men who died Chorus His name was Glasgow Dan he was the old melodeon man But his heart was surely broken by the cruelty of man Sort with Windows cloak around he just lay there on the ground Since he died his colt melodeon has not made another sound 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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