Brian McNeill 1995
I was listening to the news the other day I heard a fatcat politician who had the cheek to say He was proud to be Scottish, by the way With the glories of our past to remember Here’s tae us, wha’s like us, listen to the cry No surrender to the truth, and here’s the reason why The pride and the glory’s just another bloody lie They use to keep us all in line Chorus: ‘Cause there’s no gods and there’s precious few heroes But there’s plenty on the dole in the land o’ the leal And it’s time now to sweep the future clear Of the lies of a past that we know was never real So to hell with the heather and the glen They cleared us off once, and they’ll do it all again ‘Cause they still prefer sheep to thinking men Ah but men that think like sheep are even better There’s nothing much to choose between the old laird and the new They still don’t give a damn for the likes of me and you Just mind you pay your rent to the factor when it’s due And mind your bloody manners when you pay And tell me, will we never hear the end Of poor bloody Charlie and Culloden yet again Though he ran like a rabbit doon the glen Leaving better folk than him to be butchered Or are you sitting in your council house, thinking o’ your clan Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land Try going doon the broo wi’ a claymore in your hand And count all the princes in the queue So don’t talk to me of Scotland the Brave ‘Cause if we don’t fight soon there’ll be nothing left to save Or would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave While you wait for the Tartan Messiah He’ll lead us to the Promised Land wi’ laughter in his eye We’ll all live off the oil and the whisky, by and by Free heavy beer, pie suppers in the sky Will we never hae the sense to learn