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| Scots' Music |
| Wee Cooper O' Fife |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
There was a wee cooper lived in Fife Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo And he has tae'n a gentle wife Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. She wouldna card and she wouldna spin Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo For shamin' o'her gentle kin Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. She wouldna bake and she wouldna brew Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo For spoilin' of her gentle hue Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. She called him a dirty Hieland whelp Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo If you want yer dinner go get it yourself Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. The cooper's awa tae his wool-pack Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo And lain a sheepskin across her back Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. I'll no thrash you, for your gentle kin Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo But I will thrash my ain sheep-skin Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. He's laid the sheepskin across her back Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo And with a good stick he went whickety-whack Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. Oh I will card and I will spin Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo And think nae mair of my gentle kin! Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. She drew the table and spread the board Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo And "My dear husband" was every word Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. All you who have gotten a gentle wife Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo Just send ye for the cooper of Fife! Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo. |
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