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| Scots' Music |
| Glasgow Pub Bus Run |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| That I was there, that I was there I was proud to tell my friends that I was there 'Twas in the town of Ballyshannon I first ceilidh'd to De Dannan And the voice of sweet Dolores warmed the air There I learned of Ireland's history from the singing of 'ould' Christy I was proud to tell my friends that I was there When next year I went back I fell in love with Mary Black As her 'Song For Ireland' nearly curled my hair Then I joined the clapping hands to the singing of the Sands I was proud to tell my friends that I was there I was filled with strong emotion and Paddy Mitchell's potion Seumas Begley and Steve Cooney took the stage The yells and screams grew higher when their fingers went on fire And leppin' up and down was all the rage Kieran Burke he won the toss, so he followed Kieran Goss And the Kierans' carin' music we all shared When Frankie Kennedy led Altan to the fray I was proud to tell my friends that I was there Oh the moon was full that night, the Atlantic silvery white And the dark-eyed lady from Dublin held my hand From every pub in town the music did resound I thought I'd died and gone to heaven in Ireland The Scots in Sweeney's Bar they were shouting, Slainte Mhaith! And their songs of dear old Glasgow kissed the ear When from The Blarney Stone came the songs of brave Wolfe Tone I was proud to tell my friends that I was there Oh you couldn't get detached from the session in The Patch And melodeons and people were squeezed in Fergie's Pub With the fiddler's elbow jiggling and the piper's fingers wiggling McDonagh's bodhran gave a rub-a-dub-dub Pourin' from Sean Og's came the imitation Pogues As the folk from Ballyshannon raised a cheer So I had a final gargle with Mihael and wee Feargal I was proud to tell my friends that I was there |
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