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Jellie Piece Song
I'm a skyscraper wean,  I live on the nineteenth flair,
But I'm no gaun oot to play ony mair,
Since we moved to Castlemilk, I'm wasting away,
Cause I'm getting one less meal every day.

O ye cannae fling pieces oot a twenty-story flat,
Seven-hundred hungry weans will testify to that,
If it's butter, cheese or jeely, if the breid is plain or
pan,
The odds against it reaching earth and ninety-nine to
one.

On the first day my maw flung out a piece o' Hovis
brown.
It came skyting oot the winda and went up insteid o'
doon,
But every twenty-seven hours it comes back into
sight,
Cause my piece went into orbit and became a
satellite.

One the second day my maw flung me a piece oot
once again.
It went and hit the pilot in a fast, low-flying plane.
He scraped it off his goggles, shouting through the
intercom:
The Clydeside Reds have got me wi' a
breid-and-jeely bomb!'

One the third day my maw thought she would try
another throw.
The Salvation Army band was staunin' doon below.
Onward Christian Soldiers was the piece they
should have played,
But the oompah-man was playing a
piece-on-marmalade.

We've wrote away tae Oxfam to try and get some
aid,
And a' the weans in Castlemilk have formed a
``Piece'' brigade;
We're going to march to George's Square,
demanding civil rights,
Like Building Nae Mair Hooses Over Piece-Flinging
Height!'
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Were the outdated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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