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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