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| Scots' Music |
| Wee Drappie |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
This life is a journey we a' hae to gang, And care is the burden we carry alang; Though heavy be the burden and poverty our lot, We'll be happy a' thegither owre a wee drappie o't. Chorus Owre a wee drappie o't, owre a wee drappie o't, We'll be happy a' thegither owre a wee drappie o't. View the birk in winter, a' leafless and bare, Resemblin' a man in winter wi' a burden o' care, But view the birk in summer, wi' its braw, leafy coat, Rejoicin' like a man owre a wee drappie o't. Chorus We're a' met thegither owre a glass and a sang, We're a' met thegither by special command; Free frae mean ambition and every evil thought, We'll be happy while we may, owre a wee drappie o't. Chorus When friendship and truth and good fellowship reign, And fouk grown auld are made youthfu' again; Where ilka heart is happy, and wardly cares forgot, Is when we're met thegither owre a wee drappie o't. Chorus Job in his lamentation said man was made tae mourn, That there's nae such thing as pleasure frae the cradle to the urn; But in his meditation Job surely had forgot, The pleasure man derives owre a wee drappie o't. |
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