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Hazel Whyte
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I'll Stick On The Stamp
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Were the outdated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 was nearly time-served, just two months to go
When redundancies came, just like that
I said, Can't I stay on just to finish my time
But they laughed and turned me doon flat
I told them I only had eight weeks to go
The Union tried hard, God knows
Wish I had a quid for each one who said
Sorry, son, that's how it goes

I buy every paper, I'll try any job
Walkin' streets warms you up when it's cold
The Job Centre folk must be sick o' my face
And the same goes for them at the Dole
I write all my letters at night, in despair
Tellin' lies I'm a time-served man
I'm beginnin' to wonder does anyone care
For there's only one answer in ten

Then one interview that came right oot the blue
Put my tie on and polished my shoes
I went an hour early, only to find
Three hundred or mair in the queue
When my turn came I told him I'd finished my time
It was easy to tell that lie
When my only prospect is helpin' my pal
Daein' homers at night on the fly

So I'll stick on the stamp, it's the fourth one the day
Stick it square so the envelope's neat
When I think of the number o' times I've done that
I just want to sit doon an' greet

Ach, did you ever feel you were beat
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