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Hail Caledonia
Chorus
Let the Irish sing of their Em'rld Isle
Where the four leav'd shamrock grows,
Let the English praise their valleys and braes,
And the bonny blooming rose,

But give me the land of the heather and the kilt,
The mountain and the river,
For the blood leaps in my veins
When I hear the bagpipe's strains

Scotland, dear old Scotland forever!
Hail Caledonia! land of my childhood,
Home of my birth, so radiant and fair.
Though I have roam'd through the world and its
beauties,

Nowhere on earth with thee can compare.
Thou art majestic and regal in splendour,
Thou art the land of the gallant and free,
Lassies with hearts aye so true and so tender.
Hail Caledonia! how I love thee!

Chorus

Hail Caledonia! birthplace of heroes
Whose names are scribed on the parchment of fame;
Heroes whose lives were a noble example
That others might follow and honour thy name.
Scotsmen, I give you a toast, make it your toast
Fill up your glasses, aye, full to the brim:
Here's to Auld Scotland, her lads and her lassies -
Long rule Britannia! God save the King!

Chorus

Hail Caledonia! thy name acts like magic
On each Scottish heart when they're far o'er the sea.
Down in the South when their day's work is over
Their thoughts turn back, dear old Scotland to thee.
Thy sons are respected and lov'd o'er the world.
A Scotchman is always so staunch and so true.
And if in battle his standard's unfurl'd,
He'll give his life's blood, Caledonia for you. Chorus
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Were the outdated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.
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