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Tobermory Bay
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Were the outdated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
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'm yearning for my Hebridean island,
The mountains there are heather sweet today.
It may be just because my heart is Highland
I long for Mull and Tobermory Bay.

The fishing boats, the nip of Autumn weather.
The spindrift, the excitement of the fray,
The toil of hauling in the nets together,
Then homing back to Tobermory Bay.

Down here I feel I'm not belonging rightly,
The Lowlands are attractive in their way.
But all the same my mind is anchored tightly
To sunrise over Tobermory Bay.

To kindly folk too honest to deceive me,
I'd guarantee their goodness any day.
Their Highland hearts are truer gold believe
Than all the gold in Tobermory Bay.

The birds need only lift their wings and
I wish I were as fortunate as they.
If I had wings to spread I'd fly them yonder,
And settle downby Tobermory Bay.

My dream of Mull grows stronger still and
So strong it is I dare not disobey.
It's home for me, I can indeed no longer
Resist the call of Tobermory Bay.
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