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| Scots' Music |
| The Song Of The Clyde |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
I sing of a river I'm happy beside The song that I sing is a song of the Clyde Of all Scottish rivers it’s dearest to me It flows from Leadhills all the way to the sea It borders the orchards of Lanark so fair Meanders through meadows with sheep grazing there But from Glasgow to Greenock, in towns on each side The hammersP ding-dong is the song of the Clyde Oh the river Clyde, the wonderful Clyde The name of it thrills me and fills me with pride And I'm satisfied whate'er may betide The sweetest of songs is the song of the Clyde Imagine we’ve left Craigendoran behind And wind-happy yachts by Kilcreggan we find At Kirn and Dunoon and Innellan we stay Then Scotland’s Madeira that’s Rothesay, they say Or maybe by Fairlie and Largs we will go Or over to Millport that thrills people so Mavbe joumey to Arran it can't be denied Those scenes all belong to the song of the Clyde When sun sets on dockland, there’s beauty to see The cry of a seabird is music to me The blast of a horn loudly echoes, and then A stillness descends on the water again Tis’ here that the sea-going liners are born But, unlike the salmon, they seldom return Can you wonder the Scots o’er the ocean so wide Should constantly long for the song of the Clyde Chorus |
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