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MacGinty's Meal And
Ale
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Were the outdated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.
For they were howlin' in the kitchen like a caravan o' tinkies
Aye, some were playing ping-pong, tiddly widdly winkies
For up the howe, doon the howe, ye never saw such jinkies
As MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the
spree

This is nae a sang o' love, nor yet a sang o' money
Faith, it's naethin' very pitiful, it's naethin' very funny
But there's Hieland Scotch, Lowland Scotch, butterscotch
and honey
If there's nane o' them for a' there's a mixture o' the three
And there's nae a word o' beef, brose, sowens, sauty
bannocks
Na, nor pancakes, peas, eggs, for them wi' dainty stomachs
But it's a' aboot a meal and ale that happened at
Balmunnocks
Aye, MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the
spree

Noo MacGinty's pig had broken loose and wannert thro' the
lobby
Whaur he open shivved the pantry door, cam' upon the
toddy
Aye, and he took kindly to the stuff like ony human body
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo Miss MacGinty she ran ben the hoose, the wey was
dark and crookit
She gaed heelster gowdie ower the pig, for it she never
lookit
And then she let oot a skirl that wad hae paralysed a teuchit
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo Johnny Murphy he ran efter her and ower the pig was
leapin'
Whan he trampit in an ashet that was sittin' fu' o' dreepin'
And then he fell doon an' he peel't his croon and he
couldnae haud fae greetin'
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo the pantry shelf cam' ricklin' doon and he was lyin'
kirnin'
Amang saft soap, pease meal, corn floor and yirnin'
Like a gollach amang trickle but MacGinty's wife was girnin'
At the soss upon her pantry fleer and wadna let him be

Noo they a' cam' runnin tae the door and whan that it wis
tuggit
Aye it held the faster, aye the mair they ruggit
Till MacGinty roared, Bring an axe I wadna be humbuggit
Na, nor lockit in my ain hoose, that I'll let them see
So his wife cam' trailin' wi' an axe and when the door wis
hackit
Aye, open flew the door at aince, sae ticht as they were
packit
That a' the crew cam' rummlin' oot like tatties fae a bucket
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
For they had spurtles, they had tattie chappers, faith, they
werena jokin'
And they swore they'd gar the pig claw whaur it wis never
yockin'
But by this time the pig wis fu' and didnae care a dockin'
At MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree
Noo there's eelie pigs, jeelie pigs, pigs fur haudin' butter
Aye but this pig wis roarin' fu' and rollin' in the gutter
Till MacGinty and his foreman wheeched him oot upon a
shutter
Fae MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the
spree

Noo Miss MacGinty took the thing tae heart, hidit in a closet
And they rubbit Johnny Murphy's heid wi' turpentine and
rosit
Syne they harl't him wi' meal and ale ye really wad supposit
That he had sleepit in a mason's trough and risen tae the
spree
Noo it's weary on the barley bree and weary fa' the weather
 
Aye keetchering 'mang dubs and drink they gang nae weel
thegither
But withoot a doot MacGinty's pig is wishin' fur anither
O' MacGinty's meal and ale whaur the pig gaed on the spree

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