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Hazel Whyte
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My Home Town
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Were the outdated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.
My home town, the kingdom of the wee man
My home town, the dominion of the chip van
My home town
Where centuries of sweat have stained and tanned the
streets and walls
Lined the mansions and the halls
Where man and boy still love to watch and play the
football game
And sunset for the cowboy is the last bus hame
It's still the same
My home town

My home town, the statue and the bingo
My home town, the wine bar and the wino
My home town
Where ghostly tramcars rumble through the fog of their
folklore
Ancient chariots of yore
Where lofty cranes stretch out and point across the city
sky
Like standing stones they're echoes of an age gone by
We wonder why
In my home town

My home town, the singers and romancers
My home town, the wideboys and the chancers
My home town
Where the midnight drunk will waltz the stage like all
who came before
He knows the script he knows the score
Her humour is a plague of weeds that won't die down
She's a grand old princess looking for her long lost
crown
She won't lie down
She's my home town
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