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Hazel Whyte
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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Were the outdated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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