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| Scots' Music |
| Rise - Rise |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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: Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie Rise! rise! Lowland and Highland men Bald sire and beardless son, each come, and early Rise! rise! mainland and island men Belt on your broadswords and fight for Prince Charlie Down from the mountain steep, up from the valley deep Out from the clachan, the bothy, and shieling Bugle and battle drum bid chief and vassal come Loudly our bagpipes the pibroch are pealing Men of the mountains, descendants of heroes Heirs of the fame and the hills of your fathers Say, shall the Sassenach southron not fear us When fierce to the war-peal each plaided clan gathers Long on the trophied walls of your ancestral halls Rust hath been blunting the armour of Albin Seize, then, ye mountain Macs, buckler and battle-axe Lads of Lochaber, Braemar, and Breadalbine When hath the tartan plaid mantled a coward When did the bonnet blue crest the disloyal Up, then, and crowd to the standard of Stuart Follow your hero, the rightful, the royal Come, Chief of Clanronald and gallant M'Donald Come Lovat, Lochiel, with the Grant, and the Gordon Rouse every kilted clan, rouse every loyal man Musket on shoulder and thigh the broad sword on |
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