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| Scots' Music |
| The Black Douglas |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
There wis a man sae dark and true, Wha Scotland loo’ed sae dear The wis a king wha lang will rue, The Scots wha flayed him sair Gan cry the hounds o’ Douglasvale, Gan string the Ettrick bow Gan warn the spears o Liddiesdale, That Edward leads the foe He wore the cross oor Andrew wore, By the steps o calvary He won the sword oor Robert wore, By the fields o Balvennie Gan shear the chains o slavery, Gan dance my liegeman lee Gan ring the bell o liberty, Shod wae the metal free He won his spurs doon by St Bride, Upon the green sae free He held the leopard and the tide, By the field o Lintounie Gan shine the shield yer father bore, Gan strike the metal free Gan shine the helm yer father bore, By the field o Torwoodlee He rode yin nicht when it was mirk, Doon by the leopard’s lair He chased the tyrant in his shirt, Around the field sae fair Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, Gan tak yer banners hame Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon, And lost the bloody game |
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