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