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| Scots' Music |
| I Hae Nae Kith |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| I hae nae kith, I hae nae kin, nor yin that's dear tae me For the bonnie lad that I lo'e best is far across the sea He's gane wi' yin that was our ain and may we rue the day When our king's daughter came her tae play sae foul play O gin I were a bonnie bird with wings that I might flee Then I wid travel o'er the main my ain true love tae see Then I wid tell a joyful tale tae yin that's dear tae me And I'd sit upon a king's window and sing my melody The adder lies in the corbie's nest aneath the corbie's wame For the blast that reives the corbie's brood shall blow our good king hame So blow ye east or blow ye west or blow ye o'er the faem Ay bring the lad that I lo'e best and yin I dare nae name |
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