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Sons Of Heroes
A simple brief
thought on Scottish

Were the outdated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.
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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