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| Scots' Music |
| Greenland Bound |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Once more for Greenland we are bound To leave you all behind Our ship is painted green and our blubber hooks are keen And we sail before the icy wind We left our sweethearts and our wives A-weeping on the pier Cheer up, my dears, we soon shall return For it's only half a year With tarry dress we reached Stromness Where we did go ashore With whalermen so scarce and the water even less We'll have to take on more And when we came to the northern ice We crowded on full sail Each boat well-manned with a keen and lively band All for to hunt the whale Now dark and dreary grows the night And the stars begin to burn With the chasing of the whale and the trying of the oil And it seems like we'll never return Our six-month being done, we tie up again And the lads all go ashore With plenty of brass and a bonny bonny lass For to make them taverns roar To Greenland's coast we'll drink a toast And to them we love so dear And across the icy main to the whaling grounds again We'll take a trip next year |
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