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|I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbee.
I got a farthing back again tae buy tobacco wi'.
And wi' you and wi' you and wi' 'you Johnny Lad.
I'll dance the buckles off my shoon
Wi' you, my Johnny Lad.
As I was walking early I chanced to see the Queen,
She was playing at the fitba' wi' the lads in Glasgow
The captain o' the ither side was scoring wi' great
So the Queen she cried a polisman and she clapped
him in the jyle.
Noo Samson was a michty man. He focht wl'
And he won a score o' battles wearing crimson
There was a man o' Nineveh and he was wondrous
He louped intae a bramble bush and scratched oot
baith his eyes.
And when he saw his eyes wis oot he wis gey
So he louped intae anither bush and scratched them
Noo Johnny is a bonny lad, he is a lad o' mine.
I've never had a better lad and I've had twenty-nine.
|A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
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.