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| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
Here's to the King sir, you ken who I mean sir And every honest man that'll do it again Here's to the chieftains o' all the Hieland clans They've done it mair than once, and they'll do tt again When you hear the trumpets sound, tooti taeti to the drum Up your sword and down your gun, and to the rogues again Scotland will flourish, by the sweat of our labour The strength of her will, and the force of her mind Forget the old battles, those days are over Hatred corrupts, and friendship refines Let the Scots be a nation, o' proud of their heritage With an eye to the future, and a heart to forgive And let us be rid, of those bigots and fools Who will not let Scotland, live and let live Let us govern our country, wisely and fairly Let each man and woman, work wi’ a will And Scotand will flourish, secure in the knowledge That we reap our own harvest, and ring our own till And let us be known, for our kind hospitality A hand that is open, lay proffered to friends A hard working people, proud and unbending Scotland will thrive, and win out in the end Scotland will flourish, by the sweat of our labour The strength of her will, and the force of her mind Forget the old battles, those days are over Hatred corrupts, and friendship refines So let us be known, for our kind hospitality A hand that is open, lay proffered to friends A hard working people, proud and unbending Scotland will thrive, and win out in the end |
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