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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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| In Glasgow town where I was born Amid the city noise, The scene has changed in recent years Where we once lived as boys. My memory takes me back again To childhood days gone by, But one thing I remember still Brings tear-drops to my eye. Chorus Silver Bridge across the Clyde Spread your wide arms over me. Dancing light upon the water Brings my boyhood back to me. The tram cars rattling through the night When we were fast asleep; The games we played when we were young The art of living cheap. Now who could dream that beauty lay Beneath your smoking stacks? But love and youth all mingled there Inside your homely shacks. |
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