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| Scots' Music |
| John McLean's March |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Hey Mac, did you see him as he cam' doon by Gorgie Awa' o'er the Lammerlaw and north o' the Tay Yon man is comin' and the hale toon is turnin' oot We're a' sure he'll win back tae Glesga the day The jiners and hauders-on are marchin' frae Clydebank Come on noo and hear him he'll be ower thrang tae bide Turn oot Jock and Jimmy leave the crane and the muckle gantry Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde Argyle Street and London Road's the route that we're marchin' The lads frae the Broomielaw are here tae a man Hey Neil whaur's your hauderums, ye big Hielan' teuchter Get your pipes mate an' march at the heid o' the clan Hello Pat Malone, I knew you'd be here, son The red and the green, lad, will march side by side The Gorbals is his the day and Glesga belangs tae him Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde Ah weel when it's ower I'll awa' back tae Springburn Come hame for your tea, John, we'll soon hae ye fed It's hard work the speakin' and I'm sure you'll be tired the nicht I'll sleep on the flair Mac an' gie John the bed The hale city's quiet noo, it kens that he's restin' At hame wi' his Glesga freends, their fame an' their pride The red will be worn, my lads, and Scotland will march again Great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde |
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