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Huntingtower
Jeanie:
When ye gang awa', Jamie
Far across the sea, laddie,
When ye gang to Germanie,
What will ye send to me, laddie?
Jamie:
I'll send ye a braw new gown, Jeanie,
I'll send ye a braw new gown, lassie,
And it shall be o' silk and gowd,
Wi' Valenciennes set round, lassie.

Jeanie:
That's nae gift ava, Jamie,
That's nae gift ava, laddie,
There's ne'er a gown in a' the land,
I'd like when ye're awa, laddie.

Jamie:
When I come back again, Jeanie,
When I come again, lassie,
I'll bring wi' me a gallant gay,
To be your ain gudeman, lassie.

Jeanie:
Be my gudeman yoursel', Jamie,
Be my gudeman yoursel', laddie,
And tak' me ower to Germanie,
Wi' you at hame to dwell, laddie.

Jamie:
I dinna ken how that wad do, Jeanie,
I dinna see how that can be, lassie,
For I've a wife and bairnies three,
And I'm not sure how ye'd gree, lassie.

Jeanie:
Ye should hae telt me that in time, Jamie,
Ye should hae telt me that lang syne, laddie,
For had I kent o' your fause heart,
Ye ne'er had gotten mine, laddie.

Jamie:
Your een were like a spell, Jeanie,
Your een were like a spell, lassie,
That ilka day bewitch'd me sae,
I couldna help mysel', lassie.

Jeanie:
Gae back to your wife and hame, Jamie,
Gae back to your bairnies three, laddie,
And I will pray they ne'er may thole
A broken heart like me, laddie.

Jamie:
Dry that tearfu' e'e, Jeanie,
Dry that tearfu' e'e, lassie,
I've neither wife nor bairnies three,
And I'll wed none but thee, lassie.

Jeanie:
Think weel, for fear ye rue, Jamie,
Think weel, for fear ye rue, laddie;
For I have neither gow'd nor lands,
To be a match for you, laddie.

Jamie:
Blair in Athol's mine, Jeanie,
Little Dunkeld is mine, lassie,
St. Johnstoun's bower, and Huntingtower,
And a' that's mine is thine lassie.

Duet for Jamie and Jeanie: Blair in Athol's thine, Jamie,
     Blair in Athol's mine, Jeanie,
Little Dunkeld is thine, laddie,      Little Dunkeld is mine,
lassie,
St. Johnstoun's bower, and Huntingtower,      St.
Johnstoun's bower, and Huntingtower,
And a' that's thine is mine laddie.      And a' that's mine
is thine lassie.
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Were the outdated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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