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| Massacre Of Glencoe |
Oh, cruel was the snow that sweeps Glencoe, And covers the grave o' Donald, Oh, cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe, And murdered the house of MacDonald. They came in a blizzard we offered them heat. A roof for their heads dry shoes for their feet. We wined them and dined them, they ate of our meat, And they slept in the house of Mac Donald. They came in the night when the men were asleep That band of Argyles, through snow soft and deep. Like murdering foxes, among helpless sheep They slaughtered the house o' MacDonald They came from Fort William with murder mind The Campbell's had orders, King William had signed Put all to the sword, these words underlined And leave none alive called MacDonald Some died in their beds at the hands of the foe Some fled in the night, and were lost in the snow. Some lived to accuse him, that struck the first blow But gone was the house of MacDonald Words and music Jim Mclean, Publisher Duart Music 1963 |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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