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We're A John
Tamsons Bairns
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Were the outdated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.

John Tamson was a merry auld carle,
And reigned proud king o the Dee;
A braw laird, weel-to-dae i' the warl'
For mony a farm had he,
And mony a servant-maid and man,
Wham he met aft a year;
And fu' proud and jolly he wav'd his han',
While they sang wi' richt gude cheer-

Chorus

O! we're a' John Tamson's bairns,
We're a' John Tamson's bairns;
There ne'er will be peace till the warld again
Has learn'd to sing wi' micht and main,
We're a' John Tamson's bairns.

John Tamson sat at the table heid,
And supped the barley bree,
And drank success to the honest and gude,
And heaven when they wad dee.
But the tyrant loon, the ne'er-dae-weel,
The lee'ar, the rake and the knave,
The sooner they a' were hame wi' the deil,
Lod! the better for a' the lave.

Chorus

Since Adam fell frae Eden's bow'r,
And put things sair ajee,
There's aye some weakness to look owre,
And folly to forgie.
And John wad sit and chat sae prood,
And just before he'd gang,
He'd gie advice and blessings gude,
Till roof and rafters rang wi',

Chorus

Then here's to you, and here's to mysel',
Sound hearts, lang life, and glee;
And if you be weel as I wish ye a',
Gude faith, you'll happy be.
Then let us do what gude we can,
Though the best are whiles to blame,
For in spite o riches, rank and lan',
Losh man, we're a' the same.

Chorus