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Hazel Whyte
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The Saltire
Cross
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Were the outdated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.

In the Spring, on a cold clear day
By the North Sea, at Athelstane ford,
A King of Scots did kneel and pray,
Circled by men, who'd die at his word.

For the Angles came to the land O Loth,
And Saxons there, had flocked as well,
Scorch our land, 'tween them both,
Send King Angus, to the fires 'O Hell,

There were Angles South, Saxons West
Outnumbered, were the Northern men,
Fate looked grim, at the very best,
Loyal clansmen, face death again,

Then Heavens' shade fell on that field,
Saltire sky, pure white on blue,
Warriors took heart, leaning on steel,
At Andrews' cross, an oath swore true.

Scots repelled the enemy advance,
Invaders' blood, turned the ford run red,
Highland steel, bade enemy to dance,
'Neath that cross, the Sassenach fled.

Those who fell on that fateful day
Freedom bought and dearly held
Paid life's price that we must say
Freedoms' not for rouges to sell

It was in the Spring, on a bright clear day
In the Borders, by Athelstane ford,
A King of Scots did again kneel and pray,
Surrounded by men, who'd seen fire and sword.
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