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| Scots' Music |
| Sound The Pibroch |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Sound the pibroch loud and high, From John O'Groats to the Isle o' Skye! Let a' the Clans their slogan cry And rise and follow Charlie! Chorus Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham To rise and follow Charlie! And see a small devoted band, By dark Loch Shiel have ta'en their stand And proudly vow with heart and hand, To fight for Royal Charlie! Chorus Frae eery hill and every glen, Are gatherin' fast the loyal men; They grasp their dirks and shout again, "Hurrah! for Royal Charlie!" Chorus On dark Culloden's field of gore Hark! hark! they shout, "Claymore! Claymore!" They bravely fight, what can they more? They die for Royal Charlie! Chorus No more we'll see such deeds again, Deserted is each Highland glen, And lonely cairns are o'er the men, Who fought and died for Charlie! Chorus The White Rose blossoms forth again, Deep in sheltered Highland glens; And soon we'll hear the cry we ken Tae rise! And fight for Charlie! Chorus |
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