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Draw The Sword
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Were the outdated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.
Draw the Sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland!
Over moor and mountain hath passed the war
sign,
The pibroch is pealing! pealing! pealing!
Who heeds not the summons is nae son o' thine.
The Clans they are gath'ring! gath'ring! gath'ring!
The Clans they are gath'ring by loch and by lea,
The banners they are flying! flying! flying!
The banners they are flying that lead to Victory.

Draw the Sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland!
Charge as ye have charg'd in days lang syne.
Sound to the onset, the onset, the on-set,
He who but falters is nae son of thine.

Sheath the sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland!
Sheath the sword Scotland for dim'd is its shine,
Thy foemen are fleeing! fleeing! fleeing!
And who kens no mercy is nae son o' thine.

The struggle is over! over! over!
The struggle is over! the Victory won!
There are tears for the fallen! fallen! fallen!
And glory for all who their duty have done.

Sheath the sword Scotland! Scotland! Scotland!
With thy lov'd thistle new laurels entwine,
Time ne'er shall part them, part them, part them,
But hand down the garland to each son o' thin
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