Scots Wha Hae – updated

If the bard will excuse, just rewriting his words to Scots Wha Hae, to bring them up to date, for a wee singsong tonight at a Burns’ Supper.

Scots, wha hae, that claim the name

Those that call auld Alba hame

Welcome where we’re aw the same

Liberty fur aw

 

Now ’s the time, and now’s the hour;

Time tae help the thistle flower

Resistance tae Westminster’s pow’r

Nae EVEL laws abide

 

Wha will look tae future, save

Our rights for country, children brave

Stand yer ground, for nae man, slave

Reclaim our sovereign rule

 

Wha for Scotland’s justice, laws

Wha for self-rule’s worthy cause

Wha will fight without a pause

Tae break restrictive chains

 

By oppressive governance

Outnumbered in that parliament

Upholders of new covenant

Scotland shall be free

 

Let the Tories feel the blow

United, onward, we shall go

By independence, we all know

We will thrive for aye

 

Robert’s words were timely then

His sentiments, Arbroath again

Declared by children, women, men

Unfettered rights proclaim

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s rules

Ungoverned by a tribe of fools

Rabbie’s words for aw

 

Power hungry knaves and knights,

Millionaires and lords talk shite

Magna Carta’s banged tae rights 

Different laws for aw

 

Be the people we can be

With voices strong, equality

Within the grasp if all are free

Nations once again

 

Wha will look to what we need

None that serve for power or greed

Bite the hand that will not feed

By self-rule change the game

 

Bastions of power shall fall

No barriers, no fascist wall

Free citizens, oh hear the call

All must do or die

 

UKIP, Tory, right-wing rule

Takin’ nations for blind fools

We have the will, we have the tools

If we signify

 

Testify tae what is right

Keep real enemy in sight

Those who rule tae retain might

Moral compass skewed

 

Rabbie knew the games they played

Power lost by power waylaid

The union’s deid, once more self-made

Nations once again

 

Brothers, sisters sharing land

A classless system, hand-in-hand 

In fellowship, for this we stand

Scotland’s on its way

 

We must travel where we will

Westminster’s voice is harsh and shrill

A banshee wailing, had our fill

Vain cockerel’s crawed its last

 

Wha would stop the tide in flow

Wha can stop the winds that blow

They move for aw, and most Scots know

Independence calls

 

Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales

Unloose the chains frae London’s fools

As free men claim yer own self-rule

Rabbie’s words for aw

 

I’m away, now, to print off a few verses, get my kilt on and gild the lily. The bard will be toasted, some laughs will be had and I anticipate a bit of a sore head in the morning. Be back when I’m recovered. 😉

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