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| Scots' Music |
| Sons Of Heroes |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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: Help us help us Tyr and Odin Sons of heroes slain at Flodden Imitating border bowmen Aye defend your rights and common Sons of heroes slain at Flodden Met to ride and trace our common Oral fame tells how we got it Hear the native muse relate it Henry who to kingly splendour Added that of faith's defender Sped his troops by General Surrey Threatening Scotland's rights to bury Royal James on this occasion Sent his order through the nation Heroes arm evince your bravery Freemen scorn the chains of slavery Stunned with shrieks of thousands dying 'Mid showers of darts and arrows flying Sword in hand these gallant warriors Firmly stood their country's barriers Royal James still urged the battle Tho' forewarned it would be fatal Pressing hard the marshalled Southerners Thus addressed the gallant Northerners Now the struggle was unequal Dreadful carnage crowned the sequel Hardy Scots borne down by numbers Strewed the field in death's cold slumbers This is the end of it all High and low, great and small This finishes the poor vain show And a king with all his pride In his lifetime deified With the beggar is at last laid low |
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