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| Scots' Music |
| I'll Lay Ye Doon Love |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
| O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll fill your can O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent For surely he is an honest man As I walked oot on a summer evenin' Doon by the water and the pleasant strand And as I was walkin, I heard them talkin' Sayin', Surely he is an honest man O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll fill your can O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent For surely he is an honest man I hae traveled far frae Inverney Aye, and doon as far as Edinburgh toon And it's I maun gae, love, and travel further But when I come back, I will lay ye doon O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll fill your can O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent For surely he is an honest man I maun leave ye noo, love, but I'll return Tae ye my love and I'll tak' your hand, Then no more I'll roam frae ye my love Nae mair tae walk on a foreign strand. O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll fill your can O I'll lay ye doon, love, I'll treat ye decent For surely he is an honest man |