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Lady Glasgow
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Were the outdated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.
Her sisters look on as she bargains and deals
And beckons the lads wi' her eyes
They lift up their skirts and they turn on their heels
But it's hard for the lads to pass by

For it's easy to see though her beauty is faded
Her smile's still the sweetest of charms
And there's many's the vow that's been broken by now
For a night in an old beauty's arms

For she's drunk and she's down
She's brassy and bold
She's a broken-down whore
Wi' a heart o' gold

The hills o' the west lay their hands on her breast
While she smiles at the dark clouds above her
And every man knows the favours she shows
To fighters, losers and lovers

Some say they've watched as she's lain wi' the sea
And some say she's wed tae the river
But she'll ne'er be the bride o' the Kelvin or Clyde
While others hae kisses to give her

For she's drunk and she's down
She's brassy and bold
She's a broken-down whore
Wi' a heart o' gold

Her children play games wi' her old lovers' names
Chalked up on the tenement walls
And the new lover sighs as he looks in her eyes
For he knows that she still loves them all

Though they stripped her and used her, romanced and
abused her
She's too old to change in her ways
And they smile as they're led from the warmth o' her bed
Singin', Glasgow I'll love you till the end of my days
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