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Hazel Whyte
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Greenland's Icy
Waters
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Were the outdated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.
A wild and windy morning on the first day of the year
I was waiting for the ferry when a working man appeared
He was joking with his mates about the duty on a beer
While the excise man was looking o'er his cargo
When the forty-tonner's doors they opened wide
I saw the name they'd painted on the side

And oh! Christian Salvesen, perhaps the fault is mine
But there's things that Auld Acquaintance will always bring
to mind
As I looked intae the wagon I was sure that I would find
The bloody memories of Greenland's icy waters

A hundred years ago your flags were flying in the shrouds
From Dundee tae St John you were the proudest of the
proud
But thank God you changed your trade, tell me where's the
glory now
In the hunting of a species to extinction
For the silence of the waters tells the tale
Of how the oceans lost the singing of the whale

And oh! Christian Salvesen, is the world's opinion right
To paint the bloodiest of colours in such simple black and
white
Or would Auld Lang Syne be better served by following the
lights
O' the men who sailed for Greenland's icy waters

They were lean and they were hard, they were hungry for
the prize
They followed him in open boats, threw steel into his eye
And looking back across the years their dreams are easy
tae despise
Till you think about the lives they left behind them
For what was there to dream of on the land
Just a life behind the plough, cap in hand

For oh! Christian Salvesen, they were young and in their
prime
And for every cup o' kindness they drank ten of bitter wine
Frozen death and bloody iron made them old before their
time
And claimed their lives for Greenland's icy waters

Leviathan for fortune, pantechnicon for trade
One was ready for the slaughter, one delivers ready-made
And you know I'd be a liar, when the consciences are
weighed
If I justified the bloodiest of hunting
But through the singing of the humpback and the blue
I hear the voices o' the whalers ringing true

So here's to you, Christian Salvesen, here's a health untae
your name
I'll drink a glass to all the courage, drown my sorrows in the
same
Lest Auld Acquaintance e'er forget the glory and the shame
And the memories of Greenland's icy waters
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