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| Scots' Music |
| Leave Us Our Glens |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| I love Scotland's glens, and whatever else we lose Please leave us our glens, our glorious glens Our mountains as grand, Ben Nevis, Ben Lomond too You can have all those bens, but leave us our glens Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glen Grant Can you do without them? If you must know, I can't Put a drop in the glass of Glen Spey or Glen Drotter It's a perfectly bearable way to drink water I'd willingly lose our culture, or most of it Including that mess they call 'full Highland dress' With the whole ethnic bit of haggis and Hogmanay I'd gladly dispense, but leave us our glens Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glen Fall I once knew a man who had sampled them all Glenisla, Glenugie, Glenkinchie, that's plenty He looked sixty-five, but in fact he was twenty Take our Highlands scottische, take our marches, strathspeys and reels Take our old Scottish waltz, but leave us our malts You can take, if you wish, our ladies' conveniences And our gentlemen's - but leave us our glens Glenfiddich, Glendronach, Glenlivet, Glenfyne Was great at communion when we ran out of wine Glenisla, Glenugie, Glenkinchie, Glenmorangie I prefer them to Quantro which I find too orangey Oh breathe there a Scot whose aims and priorities When laid on the line, are different from mine Take our homes, take our jobs, take anything else you will Wife, family and friends, but leave us our glens |
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