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Glasgow Mother's Lullaby
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Were the outdated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.
And all I got it's a weary, weary life
Who would be a drinking man's wife
Who wanted all this trouble and this strife
Who but a silly woman

Hush, wee baby, for your daddy's coming in
Stumbling up the stairs and missing every one
Rotten with beer and stinking of gin
He's drunk again as usual

Hush, wee baby, for he's coming in the door
Drunken big feet skyting o'er the floor
He's had a bucket but he's thirsting for more
He doesn't know when he's beaten

Hush, wee baby, listen to him sitting there
With his bloodshot eyes and his tangled hair
Mouth full of big talk and eyes full of despair
And blaming me as usual

Hush, wee baby, for your daddy's gone to bed
In the morn he'll not remember all the words he said
But his tongue was sharp and all the wounds they bled
But then I'm used to bleeding

Hush, wee baby, and close your weary eyes
Cuddle in to mammy and stop your tired wee cries
And in the morning when you decide to rise
Your mammy'll be here, waiting
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