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Hazel Whyte
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Who Shall Count For
Thee
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Were the outdated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
Rich in gold thou art, in thy hand is plenty
Silver is thy store, and yet thy heart is empty
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure

Rich in pride and fame, dearly has it cost thee
Noted is thy name, and yet thy friends have lost thee
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure

Rich in silks and fine coats of softest leather
Yet can they the storm of friendless trouble weather
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure

Rich in music sweet, strings and voice combining
Yet bitter is thy tongue, by foes and friends aligning
Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure
What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure

Rich in loving poured like a rain upon thee
Not for love's reward but angry glances from thee
Yet I shall count for thee unto the fullest measure
Constancy shall prove by friends thy greatest treasure