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| Scots' Music |
| The Rowan Tree |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
Oh! Rowan Tree Oh! Rowan Tree! Thou'lt aye be dear to me, Entwined thou art wi mony ties, O' hame and infancy. Thy leaves were aye the first o' spring, Thy flow'rs the simmer's pride; There was nae sic a bonny tree In a' the countrieside Oh! Rowan tree! How fair wert thou in simmer time, Wi' a' thy clusters white How rich and gay thy autumn dress, Wi' berries red and bright. On thy fair stem were many names, Which now nae mair I see, But they're engraven on my heart. Forgot they ne'er can be! Oh! Rowan tree! We sat aneath thy spreading shade, The bairnies round thee ran, They pu'd thy bonny berries red, And necklaces they strang. My Mother! Oh, I see her still, She smil'd oor sports to see, Wi' little Jeanie on her lap, And Jamie at her knee! Oh! Rowan tree! Oh! there arose my Father's pray'r, In holy evening's calm, How sweet was then my Mither's voice, In the Martyr's psalm; Now a' are gane! we meet nae mair Aneath the Rowan Tree; But hallowed thoughts around thee twine O' hame and infancy. Oh! Rowan tree! |
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