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| McGregor's Sons |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 ! |
| McGregor o' the heilan' clan ye left five sons and no' a man Your motley crew dae a' they can tae terrorize the border Young Jamie we' his fourteen weans, ne'er a steek tae claed their banes Wi' idle lands and little brains cause nothing but disorder McGregor o you've left your gun tae Robin Oidh your second son Noo poor McLaren's days are done, Jamie's ta'en his cattle He's led them af at early dawn, your widow Ellen led them on She'd better see that they are gone, or be prepared for battle McGregor o your kith and kin have loupit ower the loch and linn A wife o' Robin they maun bin, pick on one wi' plenty Young Jamie's taen a widow tree, wi' mansion hoose for a' tae see Her mother just for company, and Jean was barely twenty McGregor a tae see them go intae the hills abune Glencoe The rascals noo are lyin' low, hope for Jeannie's favours But she would spurn the rogue's embrace, her tempered wrath was hard tae face They swore they'd put her in her place, and on her best behavior McGregor o if you could see the pleedin' in the lassie's e'e I'm sure ye'd set the widow free, it's cruel tae hear her sobbin' Against her will though she be led, and ae man force her tae the bed Arm up the kirk where they are wed. She'll ne'er submit tae Robin McGregor o it's drawing near, this time the law will mak' it clear The rascal's days are short I fear, hands are on the lever The gallows noo will have its chance, Jamie's fled awa' tae France He'll no' be here tae see Rab dance. In Hell they'll meet thegither |
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