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| Scots' Music |
| Wee Pund O Tow |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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: The weary pund, the weary pund The weary pund o' tow I think my wife will end her life Before she spin her tow I gave my wife a stane o' lint as good as e'er did grow And a' that she has made o' that is ae poor pund o' tow There sat a bottle in a bole ayont the ingle low And aye she took another sook to drouk the stourie to Cries I, For shame, ye dirty dame, gae spin your tap o' tow She took the rock, and wi' a knock brak' it o'er my pow At last her feet, I sang to see't, gae'd skippin' o'er yon knowe And e'er I wad another jad', I'll wallop in a tow So come all ye jolly bachelors that fain would married be (fain - eager to) I pray you be advised, tak' this note from me A single life is free frae strife, frae sorrow, grief and woe Besides a wife will end your life wi' the weary pund o' tow |