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Hazel Whyte
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I Wish That I Was
Home
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Were the outdated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.
Oh I wish that I was home, oh I wish that I was home
For it's there I've a wife, she's the cuddle of my life
And I wish that I was home

My name is Willie John McCann
If you want an old sea-dog then I'm your man
But I was a lot younger when this voyage began
And I wish that I was home

Sailed from Greenock town where I was born
Twice round the globe and around the Horn
Now I don't think I'll live to see the morn
And I wish that I was home

We've a fine old ship but she's seen her best
It's time that she was laid to rest
But not before I'm safely at my good wife's breast
And I wish that I was home

I've been at sea since the age of ten
Carried goods around the world again and again
Now I have a cargo of my fellow men
And I wish that I was home

We have four hundred slaves all black as coal
Crammed into a filthy hole
I worry 'bout their lives and I worry 'bout my soul
And I wish that I was home

I pray Dear Lord that you're watching me
As I struggle all night against the sea
For I'm not a slave, Lord, my soul is free
And I wish that I was home

The old hull's cracking in the force of the swell
She's listing badly, taking water as well
I pray we don't go down all the way to hell
And I wish that I was home

The rain is pounding on my head
My fingers feel like lumps of lead
I can't take a rest or we'll all be dead
And I wish that I was home

We made landfall at last with our cargo all found
Now we're loaded with tobacco and homeward we're
bound
I'll settle with my wife in a country town
No more will I leave home
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