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| Scots' Music |
| I Wish - I Wish |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 wish my love she was a cherry A-growing on yon cherry tree And I myself a bonnie blackbird How I would peck that sweet cherry I wish my love she was a red rose A-growing on yon garden wall And I myself a drop of dew How on that red rose I would fall I wish my love was in a little box And I myself to carry the key I'd go in to her whenever I'd a mind And I'd bear my love good company I wish my love she was a grey ewe A-grazing by yonder riverside And I myself a fine black ram Oh on that ewe how I would ride My love she's bonnie, my love she's canny And she's well favoured for to see And the more I think on her my heart is set upon her And under her apron I fain would be I wish my love she was a bee-skip And I myself a bumble-bee That I might be a lodger within her For she's sweeter than the honey or the honeycomb tea |
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