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| Mormond Braes |






| As I went doon to Strichen toon, I heard a fair maid mourning, And she was making sair complaint For her true love ne'er returning. Chorus So fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes, Where often I've been cheery; Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes, For it's there I lost my dearie. There's many a horse has snappert an' fa'en And risen again fu' rarely. There's many a lass has lost her lad And gotten another right early. Chorus There's as good fish into the sea, As ever hae been taken. I'll cast my line and I'll try again, For I'm only ainst forsaken. Chorus So I'll go doon to Strichen toon, Where I was bred and born in, And there I'll find another sweetheart, Will marry me in the mornin' Chorus |
































| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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