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| Scots' Music |
| Kishorn Commandos |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| We're the Kishorn Commandos way up in Wester Ross We've never had a gaffer, we've never had a boss But we'll build the biggest oil-rig you've ever come across Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos Every single morning we get wakened by a shout Get up, ye idle buggers, won't you get the finger out And what do we get for breakfast? Seven pints of stout Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos Digging down a dusty hole till we can hardly speak Summer sunshine, rain or snow, we seldom stop to sleep We work for forty hours a day and fourteen days a week Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos We're the toughest gang of workers that you have ever met We'll work or fight with anyone, and you can lay a bet There may be some men tougher, but we haven't found them yet Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos We've never joined the Navy, we've never joined the RAF We've never joined the army, we're not so bloody daft We'd rather go to Kishorn and get paid for skivin' aff Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos You're welcome here in Kishorn if you know how to work We've Geordies here from Africa and Paddies from New York Wi' Scousers, Jocks and Taffys, all from the County Cork Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos And when the job is over we'll up and pack our bags We'll spend the money on the booze, the women and the nags But until then we'll have to do wi' navvies dressed in drag Remember we're the Kishorn Commandos |
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