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| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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