The Lion’s Roar

As dawn broke oan the 7th of May, An’ Scotland rose fur pollin’ day, It never could huv guessed events Wur ti unfold That, wan by wan, wid set the land Alight in gold. As a left ti cast ma … Continue reading

Nae Mare Afraid

A pale licht crept intae the sky, When ma wee hert broke, askin’ “Why?” Hud Scotland haundit back its yin An’ only shoat Tae break oot fae the servile chains Aroon’ its throat. Fightin’ back indignant tears, An’ the sting … Continue reading