They came over the border from the highest of order
They marched in the droves like cattle among cloves
The destruction and pillage was brought to every village
We died in our sleep, it was like wolves among sheep
What were they doing to our Bonny land? We are humble people who dinnae understand!
Some stood a good fight against all that might
We were led into lures on our heathery moors
We battled on our glens, but we were outnumbered by many of tens
And all the blood spilt on ghostly culloden,
Now there is a place that should never be forgotten!
Strong words were been spoken at the castle Dunedin
Over our lands " they wernea even needin"
In exchange for our land they'd offer us shelter,
If that is a joke, it's certainly a belter!
So we give you our country and still pay you money?
Now please forgive me?
But I dinnae find that funny!
Needless to say, the south had their way
That in my Bonny Scotland...
They'll be here to stay!!
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- Comment from author about the poem: As a native Scotsman and a patriot of my country. like so many other nations we are still very passionate about our independence.
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Indeed! Patriots and soldiers alike possess far greater passion for their respective countries than the average folk.
Thank you for your comment. Charlie.
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