| One of the largest collections of Scottish Ballads & Scots Folk Songs, lyrics, celtic music and downloads available on the internet. |
| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Scots' Music |
| You Don't Need A Dog |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| But you don't need a dog Sweetheart, you don't need a dog Bark, bark, you don't need a dog You've got me You might need the pills, you might need the thrills The tomato plants on your windae sills You might need to pay the telephone bills You might need to climb the mountains and hills You might need to choose between the devil and the deep blue sea You might need to scream, you might need to dream You might feel like a cog inside a machine You might fill your lungs with nicotine Or you might need those jars of beauty cream You might need to climb to the very top of the tree I'm getting used to dog's abuse My bark is worse than my bite I'm learning to beg, I'm lifting my leg I'm wagging my tail with delight Every time you come into sight You might need a cat to live in your flat To keep doon the mice and things like that Or what aboot a desert rat Or maybe even a vampire bat You might even want your very own chimpanzee Wouf, wouf! |