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|A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
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.
|Mairi was a dancer and a singer of soft love songs
A bright sparkling bringer of pleasure to all
The people who wandered by and halted at her house
And listened to her measure
And watched her moving to the wind and the sunshine
That always surrounds her
For Mairi's voice was like a lark in the blue sky
And she floated like a feather
She would dance, she would sing
She wanted to forever, and all she sang was
Willie played his fiddle like a bowman in the heat of
Faster than a fever
And he paid no heed to fashion, he moved against the
Like a salmon in a river
And those who were carried along by his flowing notes
Followed him all over
For Willie had the lust and the passion of his land
Coursing through his fingers
He closed his eyes and he would play
He wanted to forever, and all he played was
There were those who would keep them apart
Telling them they would be wrong
Still they came together just to find
They were playing the same song
So Mairi sang a haunting lament from a distant past
And Willie played along
And the crowds were silenced to the chasms of their
By the beauty of the music and the song
And Mairi found a pride and a strength in her voice
And Willie played so tender
That if they never shared another moment in their lives
They'd share this one forever
And they played, and they sang
And they will forever, and all they played was