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| Men Of Knoydart |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| It was down by the farm of Scottas Lord Brocket walked one day When he saw a sight that troubled him far more than he could say For the seven men of Knoydart were doing what they planned They'd staked their claims, they were digging drains on Brocket's private land You bloody Reds, Lord Brocket yelled, What's this you're doing here It doesn't pay, as you'll find today, to insult an English peer You're only Scottish half wits but I'll have you understand You Highland swine, these hills are mine, this is all Lord Brocket's land Then up spoke the men of Knoydart, Away and shut your trap For threats from a Saxon brewer's boy we just don't give a rap Now we are all ex-servicemen who fought against the Hun We can tell our enemies by now - Brocket, you are one When the noble lord he heard these words he turned purple in the face He said, These Scottish savages are Britain's black disgrace I know it's true I've let some few thousand acres go to pot But the lot I'd give to a London spiv before any bloody Scot You're a crowd of tartan bolshies but I'll soon have you licked I'll write to the Court of Session for an interim interdict I'll write to my London lawyer and he will understand Och, to hell with your London lawyer, we want our Scottish land Then up spoke the men of Knoydart, You have no earthly right For this is the land of Scotland and not the Isle of Wight When Scotland's proud Fianna wi' ten thousand lads is manned We'll show the world that Highlanders have a right tae Scottish land |
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