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Knight And Shepherds
Daughter
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Were the outdated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;
I'm a forester in this wood, and you're the same design
It is the mantle or your maidenhead, bonnie lassie, never
mind

Syne you've laid me doon it's come pick me up again
An' syne ye've teen the wills o' me come tell to me your
name

Sometimes they call me James and sometimes they call
me John
An' when I'm on the king's highway Young Daniel is my
name

They neither call ye James or they neither call ye John
An' when ye're on the king's highway Young William is
your name

When he heard his name called out he's mounted on his
steed
She's buckled up her petticoats, an' efter him she's gaed

He's run an' she run the lang summer day
Till they come till a water, it was cried the river Tay

It's dae ye see yon castle that's owre on yonder green
There is the bonniest maiden there that wad dazzle your
een

I see the castle, it's ower in yonder green
An' I have seen the maiden there that wad dazzle your een

Did he steal your mantle, or did he steal your fee
Or did he steal your maidenheid, the floo'er o' your bodie

He neither stole my mantle, or he neither stole my fee
But he stole ma maidenheid, the floo'er o' my bodie

I wisht I drunk the water the nicht I drunk the wine
Tae hae a shepherd's dochter tae be a love o' mine

When the mairriage it cam' off, they laughed to see the fun
She wes the Laird o' Urie's dochter, he wes a blacksmith's
son
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