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[Rev.Cambeul]

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[Rev.Cambeul]

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Land o' the purple heather.
Land o' the dirty weather.
Land where the midges gaither, Scotland the Brave.
Land o' the Pakistanis,
Andy Capp and Saturday sannies.
Land where they sell their grannies, Scotland the Brave.

Used to say in faither's day,
You could hear the bagpipes play,
But now you hear the regal tones o' Elton John and The Rolling Stones.
Land that is full o' stinkers,
Wee fat Jews and VP drinkers.
Whisky put a lot o' stinkers, into Scottish graves.

Land that is full o' skivers,
Comic singers, deep sea divers,
Turbans on our bus condrivers, Scotland the Brave.
Land o' the brutal Bobbies,
Councillers wi' part-time jobbies,
Architects wi' paying hobbies, Scotland the Brave.

The tourists come here every year
To see all our historic gear,
But all they see is loads o' navvies, high rise flats wi' concrete lavvies.
Land o' the artic' lorries,
Andy Stewart and ra Corries,
Land where everybody borries, Scotland the Brave.

Land o' the Kilt and Sporran -
Underneath, there's nothin' worn!
How I wish the wind was warm! Scotland the Brave.
I must admit it's pretty gruesome,
Walking about wi' your frozen twosome!
It's all we've got - we musn't lose 'em - Scotland the Brave.

Conservatives try to assure us,
Labour's hard-put to endure us,
The Kirk puts curbs on our enjoyment, Government makes unemployment.
Never mind - the day is near,
When independence will be here!
We'll drink a toast in Pontifex beer to Scotland the Brave!

[Rev.Cambeul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAhRs9ZfLj4

(Chorus)
Come now gather now, here where the flowers grow
White is the blossom as the snow on the ben
Hear now, freedom's call, we'll make a solemn vow
Now by the roses o' Prince Charlie
(Chorus)

Fight again at Bannockburn yer battleaxe tae wield
Fight wi yer grandsires on Flodden's bloody field
Fight at Culloden, the Bonnie Prince tae shield
Fight by the roses o' Prince Charlie

(Chorus)

Spirits o' the banished, in far an' distant lands

Carved out the new world wi' sweat, blood an' hand
Return now in glory an' on the silver sand
Fight by the roses o' Prince Charlie

(Chorus)

Tak' yer strength fae the green fields that blanket peat
And coal
Ships fae the Clyde have a nation in their hold
The water of life, some men need tae mak' them bold
Black gold and fishes fae the sea, man

(Chorus x2)

[Rev.Cambeul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQOuyP1pCJc

1.Oh I am come to the low countrie
ochone, ochone , ochrie
Without a penny in my purse.
Tae buy a meal tae me.

2.It winsnae so in the hieland hills.
ochone, ochone , ochrie
nae body in the whole countrie.
Sae happy wis as me.

3.For then I had a score o' kie.
ochone, ochone , ochrie.
grazin on yon hills sae high.
And givin' milk tae me.

4.And then I had three score o' yowes.
ochone, ochone , ochrie.
Skippin on yon bonnie knowes.
And castin' woo' fir me.

5.Till Charlie Stewart came at last.
ochone, ochone , ochrie.
Campbell's arm was wantin then.
For Scotland, aye and for me.

1.Their woeful fate whit can I tell.
Right tae the wrong did yield.
Campbell and his country fell.
Upon Cullodens field.

[Rev.Cambeul]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0NuTaQsMNaE

Men of Harlech, march to glory,
Victory is hov'ring o'er ye,
Bright-eyed freedom stands before ye,
Hear ye not her call?
At your sloth she seems to wonder;
Rend the sluggish bonds asunder,
Let the war-cry's deaf'ning thunder
Every foe appall.
Echoes loudly waking,
Hill and valley shaking;
'Till the sound spreads wide around,
The Saxon's courage breaking;
Your foes on every side assailing,
Forward press with heart unfailing,
'Till invaders learn with quailing,
Cambria/Wales ne'er can yield!

Thou, who noble Cambria wrongest,
Know that freedom's cause is strongest,
Freedom's courage lasts the longest,
Ending but with death!
Freedom countless hosts can scatter,
Freedom stoutest mail can shatter,
Freedom thickest walls can batter,
Fate is in her breath.
See, they now are flying!
Dead are heap'd with dying!
Over might hath triumph'd right,
Our land to foes denying;
Upon their soil we never sought them,
Love of conquest hither brought them,
But this lesson we have taught them,
"Cambria ne'er can yield!"

ZULU WITH STANLEY BAKER (Welshman) AND MICHAEL CAIN (Sasanach/Pom)

Men of Harlech stop your dreaming!
Can't you see their spear points gleaming?
See their warrior's pennants streaming
To this battle field!

Men of Harlech stand ye steady.
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield.

From the hills rebounding
Let this war cry sounding!
Summon all at Cambria's call
The mighty force surrounding.

Men of Harlech onto glory –
This shall ever be your story.
Keep these fighting words before ye!
Cambria (Welshmen never) will not yield.

THE WOAD ODE or SONG OF THE ANCIENT BRITONS

What's the use of wearing braces?
Vests and pants and boots with laces?
Spats and hats you buy in places
Down the Brompton Road?
What's the use of shirts of cotton?
Studs that always get forgotten?
These affairs are simply rotten,
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on.
Tailors you be blowed!

Romans came across the channel
All dressed up in tin and flannel.
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Dress us more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas.
Romans keep your armours,
Saxons your pyjamas!
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Tramp up Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or snowed on
Never want a button sewed on.
Go it Ancient B's!

[Rev.Cambeul]

Just like the Welsh, the Scots have their songs of rising up and defeating the Saxon invader ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vyx1xeZo_tk

SCOTLAND'S NATIONAL ANTHEM

The Flower Of Scotland
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=The+Corries

O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him

Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
O flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again