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| There'll Never Be Peace |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
By yon castle wa' at the close of the day, I heard a man sing, tho his head it was grey, And as he was singing, the tears doon came - 'There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' 'The Church is in ruins, the State is in jars, Delusion, oppressions, and murderous wars, We dare na weel sayl but we ken wha's to blame There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame! 'My seven braw sons for Jamie drew sword, But now I greet round their green beds in the yerd; It brak the sweet heart o my faithfu auld dame - There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame! 'Now life is a burden that bows me down, Sin I tint my bairns, and he tint his crown; But till my last moments my words are the same - There'll never be peace till Jamie comes hame!' |
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