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|The Yellow's On The
|A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
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 ken ye dinna like it lass, the winter here in toon
For the scaldies a misca us, and they try tae
bring us doon
And it's hard tae raise three bairns, in a single
flae box room
But I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yella's
on the broom.
When the yella' s on the broom, when the yella' s
on the broom
I'll tak ye on the road again, when the yella's on
The scaldies ca us tinker dirt, and they spurn oor
bairn's in school
But fa cares fit the scaldies think, for the scaldies
but a fool
They never hear the yarlin's song, nor see the
For they're cooped up in hooses when the yella's
on the bloom
Nae sale for pegs or baskets noo, that used to
bide our lives
But I seem to work at scaldies jobs, from nie o'
clock till five
But we ca' nae man oor maister, when we own
the warld roon
And I'll bid fareweel tae Breechin, when the
yella's on the broom
I'm weary for the springtime, when we tak the
road aince mair
T ae the plantin and the fermin, and the berry
fields O Blair
When we meet up wae oor kin-folk, frae a the
And we yarn aboot wha'll tak the road when the
yella's on the br