Dhá millennium ago
The butcher diced Gaelic brains
Watching blood ooze from the veins
Still they held immunity
To not caress
A Childbirth Juxtaposed
Behind a wall in isolation
Devoid of foreign entanglement
Their glory was theirs alone
English Kings grew jealous
So English Kings did march
The kilts where burnt in blazes
The kilts where born in blood
For three centuries of time
The wars of blood did loll
Brave heroes died immortal
Till Scotland ’s
peace did fall
A Scottish King would rule both lands
Such irony be heard
Scottish knees that bowed before
Now walked on England ’s throne
A birth given not in blood
A marriage given without love
Two nations then, one nation now
Seventeen O’ Seven
Welcome to this noble land
Free markets born
Steam engines roar
Bacteria are damned
Yet happy endings did not come
For Peace did meet his match
Our soldiers died eternal
deaths
As poppies fed off thistle and rose
An elected Caeser now sailed the sea
So soldiers bore war for liberty
In kilts they duelled, in kilts they died
For English Boys and Scottish Girls
Now blind men walked the earth
For the chasm was hard to see
The sick lay cared by Doctors
While The Doctor walked our screens
Welcome to this noble land
Sporting muggles born
Wizards soar
Mars bars are deeply fried
Yet the ghost of divorce comes creeping
Though not born in blood
He steals away our love
Twenty O’ Fourteen
Now Scotland
you must choose
To keep or break your vows
I ask that you would stay
Leaving walls to histories’ town
So Salmond can you kid
If you think old Britain ’s done
For though not born in love
The Union still is one.
