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| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
'Twas within a mile o' Edinburgh town, In the rosy time of the year; Sweet flowers bloom'd and the grass was down, And each shepherd woo'd his dear - Bonnie Jockie, blythe and gay, Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay; The lassie blush'd and frowning cried, "Na, na, it winna dae; I canna, canna, winna, winna, mauna buckle tae!" Young Jockie was a wag, that never wadded, Though lang he had follow'd the lass, Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread, And merrily turned up the grass - Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blush'd and frowning cried, "Na, na, it winna dae; I canna, canna, winna, winna, mauna buckle tae!" But when he vow'd he wad make her his bride, Though his flocks and herds were not few, She gie'd him her hand and a kiss beside, And vow'd she'd forever be true - Bonnie Jockie, blythe and free, Won her heart right merrily; At kirk sh no more frowning cried, "Na, na, it winna dae; I canna, canna, winna, winna, mauna buckle tae!" |
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