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| Scots' Music |
| Oil Beneath The Sea |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Chorus: 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 millionaires The Sheiks frae far Arabia that's cam for what's no' theirs And they didnae gie a bugger what they did tae you and me There's profits lying waiting in the oil beneath the sea They carved up oor country and they sellt it oot o' hand 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 the sea 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 easy buck The money men, the profiteers and the Government agreed Tae sell oor very heritage for the oil beneath the sea The fishermen and trawlermen went working on the rigs Farm labourers adn crofters went heading doon tae Nigg There's money here for a couple o' years as any fool can see Goodbye tae fish, goodbye tae land, there's oil beneath the sea But now the oil is nearly done and the moneymen's gone away 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 |
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