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|Oil Beneath The
|A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
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.
The oil, the oil, the oil beneath the sea
And they didnae gie a bugger
What they did to you and me
Come all ye Texas oilmen and the Wall Street
The Sheiks frae far Arabia that's cam for what's no'
And they didnae gie a bugger what they did tae you
There's profits lying waiting in the oil beneath the
They carved up oor country and they sellt it oot o'
The trusts and speculators who didnae gie a damn
For Aberdeen and Peterheid and Ross and Cromarty
Are nothin' mair than dumpin' pits for the oil benath
They used to say there's nothin' here and that was
oor hard luck
And then they came frae far and wide tae mak an
The money men, the profiteers and the Government
Tae sell oor very heritage for the oil beneath the sea
The fishermen and trawlermen went working on the
Farm labourers adn crofters went heading doon tae
There's money here for a couple o' years as any fool
Goodbye tae fish, goodbye tae land, there's oil
beneath the sea
But now the oil is nearly done and the moneymen's
They've left us here wi' nae bloody jobs and a hell of
a lot tae pay
We've hooses tae sell, it's one bloody hell, the kids
have tae move away
It's no' much fun when the rigs are gone and there's
nothing to dae a' day