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| Scots' Music |
| Lochnagar |
| Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses, In you let the minions of luxury rove, Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes, Though still they are sacred to freedom and love. Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains, Round their white summits tho' elements war, Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains, I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar. Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd, My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid. On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd As daily I strode thro' the pine-cover'd glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star, For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story, Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar! Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you! Years must elapse ere I tread you again. Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you, Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain. England, thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roamed over mountains afar Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic, The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar. |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
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