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There wis a man sae dark and true,
Wha Scotland loo’ed sae dear
The wis a king wha lang will rue,
The Scots wha flayed him sair
Gan cry the hounds o’ Douglasvale,
Gan string the Ettrick bow
Gan warn the spears o Liddiesdale,
That Edward leads the foe
He wore the cross oor Andrew wore,
By the steps o calvary
He won the sword oor Robert wore,
By the fields o Balvennie
Gan shear the chains o slavery,
Gan dance my liegeman lee
Gan ring the bell o liberty,
Shod wae the metal free
He won his spurs doon by St Bride,
Upon the green sae free
He held the leopard and the tide,
By the field o Lintounie
Gan shine the shield yer father bore,
Gan strike the metal free
Gan shine the helm yer father bore,
By the field o Torwoodlee
He rode yin nicht when it was mirk,
Doon by the leopard’s lair
He chased the tyrant in his shirt,
Around the field sae fair
Gan pack yer bags ye English loons,
Gan tak yer banners hame
Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon,
And lost the bloody game
|A simple brief
thought on Scottish
Were the outdated
union not of some very
high value to England and
the English, why would
they fight so to try to
There are only so many
slices to a pie, for one to
have more, another must
Lastly - to those Scottish
"Loyalists" - to whom are
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.