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| Wha'll Be King - But Charlie |






































| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen, Will soon gar monie ferlie; For ships o' war hae just came in, And landit Royal Charlie. Chorus Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Ye're a' the welcomer early; Around him cling wi' a' your kin; For wha'll be King but Charlie? Come thro' the heather, around him gather, Come Ronald come Donald, come a' thegither, And crown your rightfu' lawfu' King! For wha'll be King but Charlie? The Hieland clans, wi' sword in hand, Frae John o' Groats to Airlie, Hae to a man declared to stand Or fa' wi' Royal Charlie. Chorus The lowlands a', baith great an' sma', Wi' mony a Lord and Laird, hae Declar'd for Scotia's king an' law, An speir ye wha but Charlie. Chorus There's ne'er a lass in a' the lan' But vows baith late an' early, She'll ne'er to man gie her heart nor han', Wha wadna fecht for Charlie. Chorus Then there's a health to Charlie's cause, And be't complete an' early; His very name our heart's blood warms; To arms for Royal Charlie! Chorus |
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