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| Neil Gows Fareweel |




| Ye've surely heard o famous Neil, The man that played the fiddle weel; I wat he was a canty chiel. An' dearly lo'ed the whisky, O. An' aye sin he wore tartan hose, He dearly lo'ed the Athole Brose; An' wae was he, you may suppose, To bid fareweel to whisky, O. Alake, quo' Neil, I'm frail an' auld, And find my bluid grows unco cauld, I think it maks me blythe and bauld, A wee drop Highland whisky, O. But a' the doctors do agree That whisky's no the drink for me; I'm fleyed they'll gar me tyne my glee, Should they part me and whisky, O. But I should mind on 'auld lang syne', How paradise our friends did tyne, Because something ran in their min'- Forbid, like Highland whisky, O. While I can get both wine and ale, And find my head and fingers hale, I'll be content, though legs should fail, And though forbidden whisky, O. I'll tak my fiddle in my hand, And screw the strings up while they stand, And mak a lamentation grand For guid auld Highland whisky, O! O! a' ye pow'rs o music, come. I find my heart grows unco glum; My fiddlestrings will hardly bum To say, 'Fareweel to whisky, O'. |
































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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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