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| Scots' Music |
| Glenlogie |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| There were four and twenty nobles rade through Banchory Fair And bonnie Glenlogie was the floo'er o' them there There were four and twenty maidens dined in the Queen's ha' Bonnie Jeannie o' Bethelnie was the floo'er o' them a' Bonnie Jeannie at a window sae fine and sae fair She has fancied Glenlogie abune a' that were there She spier't at his footman wha rade by his side For his name and his surname an' whaur he did bide He bides at Glenlogie when he is ta hame He is of the fine Gordons, and George is his name She wrote him a letter for tae tell him her mind Oh my love is laid upon you, now will you prove in kind He turned him aroond lichtly as dae Gordons a' Oh I'm sorry my young lady but I'm promised awa' Glenlogie, Glenlogie, Glenlogie, cried she If I getna Glenlogie I surely shall dee Oh haud yer tongue, dochter, an' greet nae sae sair An' I'll get ye Glenfindlay, his faither's ain heir Haud yer tongue, faither, and say nae tae me If I getna Glenlogie I ken I shall dee Now her faither's ain minister was a man o' great skill An' he's written tae Glenlogie, the cause o' her ill Pale and wan was she when Glenlogie cam in Ah but red and rosy grew she when Glenlogie won ben And up spake her faither wi' a tear in his e'e Ah ye're welcome Glenlogie, ye're welcome tae me For it's turn ye Bonnie Jeannie, turn ye tae your side For I will be your bridegroom gin you'll be my bride |
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