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Hazel Whyte
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No More
Straviagin
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Were the outdated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.
No more to busk the Left Bank, the 'Cowboy Ecossais'
No more to sing in Contrescarpe where you had tae earn
your pay
No more to hear the rhymin' from Paris tae Dunvegan
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more down the Gallowgate or in the Scotia Bar
No more to hear the tall tales as he picked his big guitar
No more the songs a-scornin' complacency's contagion
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more to sing of Woody, or Weary's Bonnie Wells
No more buy drink for all the boys up in Sandy Bell's
No more against hypocrisy his war be onward wagin'
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more to be in Tønder where he was known to all
by name
Where we drank too much Gammeldansk, it was always
him to blame
No more the Viseversehus, or with Thomas here in
Skagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'

And no more to sing the big songs that could bring a
crowd to hush
No more double-meaning songs that made the lassies
blush
No more to sing a thousand clubs, Glasgow to
Copenhagen
No more on the road so long, no more, no more stravaigin'
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