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| Montrose ! |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Montrose, Montrose, you were the rose You gave your life for loyalty But it's no' the hour for a rose tae flower Between the kirk and royalty Montrose Father, father, tell me, why do the horsemen ride Why do the troopers look so grim by Jamie Graham's side Is it true that he's a traitor, father, tell me why There's no' a man among them all will look him in the eye Hide your eyes, my bonny boy, for the deed is a' but done The headsman's axe will win the day, the Graham's race is run For honour rode with courage, but evil rode with guile And the darkest horse among them a' was the vengeance of Argyll Hearken now, my bonny boy, as we stand before the kirk Or does the thunder o' the horses' hooves hide a' the devil's work For the Covenant's a Campbell mare that rides across the law And ere a Stuart bridles her, a Graham's heid must fa' I'll read you now a riddle by the shining o' the moon When king and kirk sit down tae sup, wha needs the longer spoon When Scotland hides her head in shame and justice looks awa' And the scaffold buys an English throne wi' the bravest heart of a' |
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