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Hazel Whyte
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Whaur Will We
Gang
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Were the outdated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.
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I mind the days when they worked at the driftnet
And the Clydesmen a' went wi' the ringnet sae fine
But a' thae tried methods have noo been o'ertaken
For the sake o' fortune and keeping wi' time

And what will we dae when the Minch is a' finished
And what will we dae when the herrin's a' done
And whaur will we gang wi' oor pursers and trawlers
And how will we ever pay off the bank loan

There's still some good shotties o' mackerel aff Cornwall
So we'll a' head doon sooth and scrape up what's left there
We'll fill up the fishhold and we'll nae fear the future
But soon there'll be mackerel aff Cornwall nae mair

Blue whiting's in season oot there aff St. Kilda
So we'll rig-up deep trawl and we'll a' head oot west
Wi' tow after tow that's a' landed for fishmeal
But the whiting will go the same as the rest

And what will we dae when the mackerel is finished
And what will we dae when the whiting's a' done
And whaur will we gang wi' oor pursers and trawlers
And how will we ever pay off the bank loan