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| Scots' Music |
| Wallace |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
| Chorus: They murdered the Wallace for treason His body has long since decayed But no English crown can destroy him For Wallace is with us today They hung Wallace high on the gallows, then let him down ere he was dead And while he choked, the Queen cheered him for daring to cross English tent His heart and his liver they savaged as Her Majesty watched the glad scene His head was cut off, he was quartered, 'twas an afternoon fit for a queen He took up his sword against England, the cowardly sassenach ran He beat them at Falkirk and Stirling and burnt them like rats from our land King Edward of England was raging that Scotland was free once again The Scottish Republican Army had wiped out his best fighting men Oh William Wallace fought bravely, no Englishman could him defeat But English gold bought Scottish quislings, and he was betrayed by Menteith With a crown made of thorns he was tortured for setting his own country free How am I a traitor, cried Wallace, When England is foreign to me To Edinburgh, Stirling and Falkirk, from Inverness to Elderslie His spirit is calling for justice and commands us to set ourselves free And when once again we do battle for Wallace against England's scum We've no fear of betrayal to the Saxon - let them come, let them come, let them come |