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Hazel Whyte
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I Love A Lassie
I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
If you saw her you would fancy her as well:
I met her in September, popped the question in November,
So I'll soon be havin' her a' to ma-sel'.
Her faither has consented, so I'm feelin' quite contented,
'Cause I've been and sealed the bargain wi' a kiss.
I sit and weary weary, when I think aboot ma deary,
An' you'll always hear me singing this...

Chorus
I love a lassie, a bonnie bonnie lassie,
She's as pure as a lily in the dell,
She's sweet as the heather, the bonnie bloomin' heather,
Mary, my Scots bluebell.

I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
She can warble like like a blackbird in the dell.
She's an angel ev'ry Sunday, but a jolly lass on Monday:
She's as modest as her namesake the bluebell.
She's nice, she's neat, she's tidy and I meet her ev'ry
Friday:
That's a special nicht, you bet, I never miss.
I'm enchanted, I'm enraptured, since ma heart the
darlin'captur'd,
She's intoxicated me with bliss...

Chorus

I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
I could sit an' let her tease me for a week:
For the way she keeps behavin' well, I never pay for
shavin',
'Cause she rubs ma whiskers clean off with her cheek.
And underneath ma bonnet, where the hair was, there's
none on it,
For the way she pats ma head has made me bald.
I know she means no harm, for she'll keep me nice and
warm,
On the frosty nichts sae very cauld...

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Were the outdated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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