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| Mull Of Kintyre |




| Mull of Kintyre, Oh mist rolling in from The sea my desire, is always to be here Oh mull of Kintyre Far have I travelled and much have I seen Dark distant mountains and valleys of green Past painted deserts, the sunset's on fire As he carries me home to the Mull of Kintyre Chorus Sweep through the heather like deer in the glen Carry me back to the days I knew then , Nights when we sang like a heavenly choir Of the life and the times of the Mull of Kintyre Chorus Smiles in the sunshine and tears in the rain Still take me back where my mem'ries remain . Flickering embers grow higher and higher As they carry me back to the Mull of Kintyre 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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