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| Scots' Music |
| Johnny Lad |
| I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbee. I got a farthing back again tae buy tobacco wi'. Chorus 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 Green. Chorus The captain o' the ither side was scoring wi' great style, So the Queen she cried a polisman and she clapped him in the jyle. Chorus Noo Samson was a michty man. He focht wl' cuddies' jaws And he won a score o' battles wearing crimson flannel drawers. Chorus There was a man o' Nineveh and he was wondrous wise. He louped intae a bramble bush and scratched oot baith his eyes. Chorus And when he saw his eyes wis oot he wis gey troubled then So he louped intae anither bush and scratched them in again. Chorus 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. Chorus |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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