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Jamie Foyers
Far distant, far distant, lies Scotia the brave,
No tombstone memorial shall hallow his grave,
His bones they are scattered on the rude soil of
Spain,

For Young Jamie Foyers in the battle was slain.
From the Perthshire Militia to serve in the line,
The brave Forty-second we sailed for to join.
To Wellington's army we did volunteer,
Along with young Foyers, that brave halberdier.

The night that we landed, the bugle did sound,
The general gave orders to form on the ground.
To storm Burgos Castle before break of day,
And young Jamie Foyers to lead on the way.

But mounting the ladder for scaling the wall,
By a shot from a French gun, young Foyers did fall,
He leaned his right arm upon his left breast,
And young Jamie Foyers his comrades addressed.

'For you Robert Percy, that stands a campaign,
If goodness should send you to Scotland again,
Please tell my old father if yet his heart warms,
That young Jamie Foyers expired in your arms.'

'But if a few moments in Campsie I were,
My mother and sisters my sorrow would share.
Now, alas, my old mother, long may she mourn,
But young Jamie Foyers will never return.'

'Oh! if I could drink of Baker Brown's well,
My thirst it would quench and my fever would quell.'
But his very life-blood was ebbing so fast,
And young Jamie Foyers soon breathed his last.

They took for his winding sheet his ain tartan plaid,
And in the cold ground his body was laid.
With hearts full of sorrow they covered his clay,
And, saying 'Poor Foyers', marched slowly away.

His father and mother and sisters will mourn,
But Foyers, the brave hero, will never return.
His friends and his comrades lament for the brave,
Since young Jamie Foyers is laid in his grave.

The bugle may sound and war drum may rattle,
No more will they raise this young hero to battle.
He fell from the ladder a hero so brave'
And rare Jamie Foyers is lying in his grave.
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Were the outdated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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