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Hazel Whyte
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There Is
Somebody
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Were the outdated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.
Once on a time, it's a very long time,
It's a year or maybe three.
I was out of a job, and I didn't have a bob.
When an old tar said to me,
"Would you like to come and have some fun,
While you're young and stout and strong?
So the very next day I sail'd away.
To this good old chanty song.

Chorus

There is somebody waiting for me.
In an old cabin down by the sea.
In the land where I wish I could be.
There is somebody waiting for me.

I know a cot in a very sweet spot,
and I think of it everyday.
It is all I've got my whole job lot,
and it's miles and miles away.
There were tears and sighs and fond
goodbyes.
When time came round to go,
But as I jog along I sing this song.
To myself because I know.

Chorus

I know a face, it's a very sweet face,
It's the face of my best girl.
I have seen all sorts in the different ports,
as I've sail'd all round the world.
On my last trip east I'd a rare old feast,
I've the taste still on my tongue,
But when I sail'd west to my very best
Little girl again I sang-

Chorus