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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Scots' Music |
| Mary And Me |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| You were born in the slum little boy And you'll die in the slum little boy You were born in the slum ay, you've never seen the sun You'll be there till kingdom come little boy We grew up together, two kids in the same dirty street And often we were cauld and hungry wi' little tae eat We were born to a life of want and poverty And livin' wisnae easy for Mary and me When you're poor and you're hungry it's hard to keep dreams alive For you need all your strength and your will if you want to survive But I never gave up my dreams, and neither did she Though livin' wisnae easy for Mary and me We dreamed o' the day when we'd both get away frae the slum Tae a place ootside where a man could earn a spot in the sun But though we dreamed our dreams they werenae tae be For livin' wisnae easy for Mary and me For Mary came tae me and said she was five months gone So we married that spring afore oor son was born Then before we knew, our children numbered three And livin' wisnae easy for Mary and me Now our kids are growing up in the same dirty street And often they're cauld and hungry wi' little tae eat Living a life o' want and poverty Living isnae easy for Mary and me I wish tae hell this weary life were done I wish tae hell that I was dead and gone For if death's the only way we can be free Then dying will be easy for Mary and me |
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