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Sam The Skull
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Were the outdated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
I'm a cat, I'm a cat, I'm a Glesga cat and my name is Sam
The Skull
I've got claws in ma paws like a crocodiles jaws and a
heid like a fermers bull.
I'm no the kind o' cat that sits oan the mat nor the kind
that you gie a hug
I'm the kind o' cat that strangles the rats and even the
occasional dug.

I roam aroon doon in Shettlestoon where they a' know
me by sight
"Here's the Skull here's the Skull" you can hear them
yell as they vanish into the night.
The polis station doon oor way has baurs oan the
windae sull
It's no tae keep the prisoners in its tae keep oot Sam the
Skull.

Well one fine day no so long ago when they a' had had
their full,
They sent for the R.S.P.C.A. tae come and catch the
Skull,
There’s naebody kin get oot while he's roamin aboot
chasin' a' the weans up the close,
Peein' oan the stairs scratchin' his erse and sittin there
pickin' his nose.  

Well oot came aboot hauf past ten in their wee blue
Escort van
Right roon the back, wan wae a sack and wan wae a
mallet in his hand.
I watched them run roon the back o' the hoose and I
casually strolled to the van
Jumped in the front, I was off, everything had gone to
plan.

Now you'll hear them say doon Shettlestoon way,
"Whatever happened tae Sam the Skull?"
He had claws in his paws like a crocodiles jaws and a
heid like a fermers bull,
Well you can tell them from me that I'm still runnin' free
And never a day is dull,
It might sound absurd but I'm livin wae a burd in a single
end in Maryhill.
Chorus.
Clip by Alastair MacDonald
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