Scotland the Free

Have pity on the Scott’s ruled 
By the Brexit voting sassenach
Who don’t seem to understand 
We too want out country back.
Arbroath Smokies for breakfast
Porridge  seasoned with salt
Kedgeree, Haggis, neaps and tastes
With wee drams of single Malt.

Pints of Heavy Friday nights
The working weeks end
Words of wisdom swapped
With true and blethered  friend.
Fish and taties frae the chippie,
Deep fried Mars Bar to follow
Just to round off the night
A sweet delight to swallow.

Then the planning to drive
The Sassenachs from our soil,
Take back all our fish and
What’s left of North Sea oil.
Home Rule For Scotland 
Restore our law and Order
Keep those thieving Brits
To their side of the border.

We'll gladly offer asylum
To those few  of sound mind
Who want to up sticks  and leave
Those heathen Tories far behind.
Let them keep their wee King
They’re always asking God to save
We’ll have  the massed pipe bands
Loudly  playing  Scotland the Brave

Goodbye United Kingdom
Land of thieving Tory
Living on faded memories
Of Passed hope and glory.
Scotland the Brave
Scotland the free
Goodbye puny England
We’re all so well shot of thee
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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November 13, 2022 at 2:15 PM
Wow we are down on the sassenach mob aren't we Mr. Ireland? However I enjoyed the rhyme, it has a bonny wee lilt that makes it special, and a pride of homeland and patriotic expression that I admire. Nice one Terry. Looks like OZ will never be a republic now. We will ever be tied to Britain's strings. :(
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November 13, 2022 at 11:36 PM
England is Conservative, Scotland isn’t: England voted for Brexit, Scotland didn’t: just expressing views of somf of my Scottish friends. If the Brits decide there’s nothing in it for them on Oz they’ll soon kick you out Wen. I don’t know your political set up but over here we’re run by a bunch of crooks and liars, and that’s just their good points.
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