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Wednesday, 21 December 2011

We're Back!!! Don't Believe The Hype!







Were back!! Don’t believe the hype!

It’s been a while. Loads happening, still plenty elation from May and still moving in the right direction
but the British propaganda machine is in full swing. Led by the BBC and most of the newspapers, the
dirt and smear campaign is in full swing. Don’t bite, it’s a well oiled machine and will use every trick in
the book to tell you Scotland will not prosper as an independent Nation.

Of course propaganda aint new. It’s been used since time began. In fact some would say historical
writing is propaganda, written by those that wish you to believe their version of the facts. Something
we have tried to question in this blog by putting across other views on the historical facts.

Here is one for all you knights in shining armour.

What would you say if we told you that there is historical evidence to suggest that The Bruce needed
the Good Sir James Douglas out of Scotland in the late 1320’s. What if we told you that Douglas had
become too big for his boots. Douglas was making secret deals with the english behind Bruce’s back
for his families lost lands in england against the Bruce policy of the dis-inherited. Simple solution!
Send Douglas to his death on a crusade with your heart.

The deals of nobles is also nothing new. Fuedalism only recently abolished in the new Scotland
but the decendents of the knights in shinning armour are still about. Normans, Flemings, Anglo
Saxons...their deals are a plenty and landownership the prize. Not a Nation, not a people and
certainly not the community of the realm.. that went out the window the minute the ink dried on
the decalaration in 1320. Mind spiritualism via the church got to the masses. Why do you think
these things seeped into our history books... legends of the people, The Wallace, the nobles trechery
at Falkirk, the small folk’s charge at Bannockburn, The Declaration of Arbroath and the community
of the realm? But then the church, so much the bastion of the people. The pillar of Scotland’s
nationhood fell to the same corruption that was to own the land of Scotland.

Did Lachlan Mòr give a shit about Scotland in a 16th century Hebridean island?

But then that’s why we have history books..

Dunnichen started it, Carham formed it, The Declaration legalised it, 1603 pulled it apart and 1707
destroyed it......

Today in 2011 we have at long last a Nation led by those of the people that make it what it is.
Lachlan Mòr in the Hebridies wants to be part of it as does Robert Kerr in Coldstream. Get the land
back for the people and don’t believe the hype.....London will tell you through its media machine
that Scotland ceased to exist from 1707 onwards but they forgot to tell the ONE HUNDRED...and
they ain't fekin nobles or royalty.


END LONDON RULE...!!!!!




Friday, 17 June 2011

An Clàrsair (the harper)

Well there you go.....What a celebration the last few months have been...69 seats returned of a Nationalist persuasion ....is the ending of London Rule finally just around the corner?
Firstly let’s take some credit to all you out there who have spent a life time working towards this day. Let’s not forget those who are sadly not with us in body but with us in soul...


From us a word of caution. We still face a huge struggle, one the British have had loads of experience in dealing with. Today we stand taller as a Nation but we must not let the euphoria remove our guard or dampen our fire. 69 seats in a Westminster styled Scottish Parliament is but another step on the road. Only when Scotland removes all semblance of London Rule will Scotland finally stand Free.......We still have a fair bit to go.....Do not be complacent... we must END LONDON RULE once and for all.


On the eve of one of our most famous victories over oppression when those of the community of the realm joined with its so called nobility in defeating the yoke of London rule. We remember Bannockburn 1314 in the proud words of another of our famous Bards......Dhòmhnaill Iain Dhonnchaidh, (Donald John MacDonald)

Dhaingnich m’ ùidh sna làthean tràth sin
An dùthaich chaomh Cheilteach m’ àraich-
Alb’, a dh’ìobair tric a laochraidh
An adhbhar fuilteach na soarsa:
Eachdraidh charraideach mo shinnsreadh
B’ ann san t-seòlaid seo bha m’ inntinn
Ruith air ais gu tìmean àrsaidh
Air an fheasgar shamhraidh bhlàth seo.

My interest awakened in those early days
In the dear Celtic land of my upbringing-
Scotland, that oft sacrificed its warriors
In the bloody cause of freedom:
The turbulent history of my ancestors-
This the course my mind was on
Running back to olden times
On this warm summer evening.

Ach ar leam gun cualas fann-ghuth-
Mionghalan mar ghaoith an calltainn-
‘S dh’aithnich mi teud bhinn na clàrsaich
Fo mheur shiùbhlach an Aos-dàna:
Dh’èist mi ri gleac-theud an tiùmpain
‘S dhùisgeadh m’ fhonn le pong a’ chiull seo,
‘S seall, ‘s ann dhiùc nam shealladh clàrsair
‘S a chruit-chùil fo iùil a shàr-mheur

But I thought I heard a faint sound-
Rustling like wind in the hazel woods-
And I recognised the sweet strings of the harp
Under the nimble fingers of the Ancient Bard:
I listened to the strings of the instrument
And my spirit was stirred by the music’s notes,
Lo, a harper appeared in my sight
Playing his harp with expert fingers.

Ged bha biùg a’ chiùll leam aotram,
Leugh mi cianalas na aodann,
‘S ged bha bil’ a bheòl a’ gluasad
Cha robh bhriathr’ a’ ruigheachd chluasan
Nuair theann a làthaireachd dlùth rium,
Thog a làmh o bhàrr an tiùmpain,
‘S las a shùil le ùidh an fhilidh
‘S ghlaodh e cruaidh, “Gu buaidh mo thilleadh!”

Though I thought the music light
I read sadness in his face,
And though his lips were moving
His words did not reach my ears.
As I drew close to his presence
He lifted his hand from his harp,
His eyes lit with the interest of the bard
And he cried out. “TO THE SUCCESS OF MY RETURN!”

“’S mise,” thuirt e, “seann aos-dàna
Chleachd bhith seinn le aobhneas àrdaicht’
Cliù mo dhùthcadh ‘s tùirn a laochraidh
An cath doilgheasach na soarsa:
“Seall do dhùthaich!” ghlaodh an clarsair,
“Cà’il an t-saorsa daor thug càch dhut-
Cuimhnich, s’ fior fhuil bhlàth nad bhroilleach,
Drochaid Shruighleigh ‘s Allt a’ Bhonnaich.”

“I am” he said, “an ancient bard”
Accustomed to sing with noble joy
My country’s fame and its heroes’ deeds
In the bitter battle for freedom
“Behold your country!” cried the harper,
“Where’s the freedom dear bought by others,
Remember with true hot blood in your breast
Stirling Bridge and Bannockburn.”

An sin thog e chruit is ghleus e,
‘ S mise fo gheasaibh ag èisteachd,
‘S mar as cuimhne leam an tràith seo
B’ e seo briathran an Aos-dana:

Then he took up and turned his harp,
And I listened spellbound;
As I remember it now
These were the words of the Ancient:

Duan I
Albainn nam buadh
Fo chasan luchd fuath,
Fo chasan luchd fuath,
Tha Albainn nam buadh;
Tha Sasainn gur ruaig
Le leannanachd fhur’
O, Brus agus Uallas, èiribh!
O, Brus agus Uallas, èiribh!

Scotland of the virtues,
Downtrodden by tyrants,
Downtrodden by tyrants,
Is Scotland by the virtues;
England pursues you
With cold wooing,
Oh, Bruce and Wallace, arise!
Oh Bruce and Wallace, arise!

A thannasg nan laoch
A bhuinnig an t-saors’,
A bhuinnig an t-saors’,
A thannasg nan laoch
Ler fuil a bha daor
Ga stealladh san fhraoch,
O, faicibh ar laoigh gur trèigsinn
O, faicibh ar laoigh gur trèigsinn

Ye ghosts of heroes
Who won freedom,
Who won freedom,
Ye ghosts of heroes,
With your precious blood
Splashed in the heather,
Oh see your young desert you,
Oh see your young desert you.

O, faicibh an dream
Tha ‘n-diugh feadh nan glean,
Tha ‘n-diugh feadh nan glean,
O, faicibh an dream
Do Shasainn nan clan
A’ miodal mun lann
Bha gearradh, ‘s b’ e’ n call, ur fèithean,
Bha gearradh, ‘s b’ e’ n call, ur fèithean,

Oh, see what a tribe
Today in the glens,
Today in the glens,
Oh see what a tribe,
As children of England
Fawning about the blade
That cut, alas, your sinews,
That cut,alas your sinews.

Mo chreach an taobh tuath
Sna thuinich mo shluagh,
Sna thuinich mo shluagh,
Mo chreach an taobh tuath
Raon-cleasachd luchd-truaill,
A guth anns an uaigh
‘S gun spiorad na sluagh a dh’èireas,
S gun spiorad na sluagh a dh’èireas.

Alas for the north
Where my people grew,
Where my people grew,
Alas for the north,
A playground for vandals,
Its voice in the grave,
Its people without spirit to rise,
Its people without spirit to rise.

Duan II
A shliochd nan curaidh a bha,
Bithibh ullamh gun sgàth,
Seasaibh duineil ri càch-a-chèile.

Decent of warriors of old
Be ready without fear,
Stand manly one with another.
Seall ur dùthaich fo thàir
‘S if o mhùiseag aig gràisg
Tha gur cunntais nur tràillean feumail.

See your country despised
In the grip of a rabble
Who rate you only as useless slaves.

Chaidh ur saors’ a thoirt bhuaibh,
Chaidh ur daoine thar chuan,
Chaidh ur glinn a thoirt suas do sprèidhean.

Your freedom was taken,
Your people sent overseas,
Your glens given up to herds.

Tha sibh cùmte fon t-sàil
Bhon as tùs dhuibh gu bàs
A shliochd nan diùnlach dham b’ àbhaist euchdan

You are pinned under the heel
From your birth until death,
Seed of warriors accustomed to deeds.

Càit eil spiorad an t-sluaigh
A bha tuineadh san tuath-
‘N deach a phronnadh ‘s nach dual dha èirigh?

Where is the spirit of the people
Reared in the north
Was it crushed so it cannot rise?

Spiorad buadhmhor na saors’
Nach laigheadh suimhneach fo dhaors’
Aig maithean fuadain fo dhraodhachd bhreugan.

Triumphant spirit of freedom
That could not rest quiet in thrall
To wild wolves under the spell of lies.

Tilgibh dhibh a’ ghlas-làmh,
Gearraibh fideag no dhà
Ri luchd-cis Talla Bhàn nam breun-ghuth.

Throw off the manacles
Whistle once or twice
At the tax-makers of false Whitehall.

‘S bi mar shluagh sibh air thus
Nuair thèid ailm air ur stiùir
Ann an ceanna-bhaile cùbhr’ Dhun-èideann.

Be a people you were
Whe your rudder has a helm
In the sweet capital of Edinburgh.

Duan III
Oh sibhse dha bheil fearalas
Is duinealas na dhualchas
An ùraich tùirn ur seanairean
Gu caithris às ur suain sibh?

O you to whom courage
And manliness are in your blood,
Will the deeds of your grandfathers
Awake you from slumber?

Ma ‘s Albannaich as airidh sibh
An t-ainm a bhith ri aithris ribh,
Na sealbhaichibh mar ailis oirbh
Ainfhiosrachd an cruadal.

If you are worthy of
Being called Scottish
Do not accept being accused
Of ignorance and hardship.

‘S e fearann Alb’ as coir-bhreith dhuibh
‘S ur beòshlaint air a luaidh ann,
‘S O, seasaibh daingeann còmhla air
Is còmhraigibh gu buaidh air.

Scotland’s land is your birthright
Your livelihood celebrated there-
O stand firm together on it
And fight for victory:

Na fuilinigibh tir nan garbh-bheann bhith
Ga blioghadh dhibh le cealgaireachd,
O, sealbhaichibh mar Albannaich
An dearbh-bhiùthas bu dual dhuibh.

Do not suffer the land of mountains
To be stripped of you by fraud,
Oh, enjoy as Scots
The true glory of your heritage.
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Theirig bin-cheòl mìn na clàrsal
Stad gleac-mheur an fhìor aos-dàna,
Thog na geasan ciùil bhàrr m’ inntinn,
‘S bha mi air a’ chnoc leam fhin ann:
Mheòraich mi air brigh nam briathran
A chualas bhon chlàrsair liath leam,
‘S los gun cluinnte bhuam le càch e,
Sgriobh mar chual’ mi duan a’ chlàrsair.

The harp’s sweet music faded,
The old bard’s nimble fingers stilled,
The music’s spell lifted from my mind,
And I was on the hill alone:
I thought over the meaning of the words
I had heard from the grey harper
And, so that others might hear them,
I wrote as I heard it the harper’s lay.

Falladh Lunnainn Deadh

END LONDON RULE!!!!!



To Dun! "fear saorsa". Alba gu brath!

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Spoil your Westminster AV vote paper

If your reading this in Scotland we ask that you to make sure you vote in Scotland's election on May 5th. You will also be aware that those in London are holding a referendum on Alternative Voting. We would urge that you spoil this paper by writing an appropriate slogan across it. "END LONDON RULE" FREE SCOTLAND" or even just "INDEPENDENCE NOW" you decide what's best. The more spoiled papers the better as it will give an indication on counting just what the public feeling for Westminster is in Scotland.

If you are wondering why Scotland is not an Independent Nation then think of this.

What is the population in comparison to the land mass of Scotland?

What percentage of land in Scotland is owned or occupied by the people of Scotland?

Why was it that the law of land tenure (feudal law) was only abolished when Scotland finally got its parliament back after 1997?

Where is the HOUSE OF LORDS?

Who joined the crowns in 1603 and who all went South to rule....

Who signed the ACT OF UNION?

SO WHO NOW OWNS SCOTLAND????

That should get you thinking why we are not a Free Nation of the people.........

Here is wee statement written by an englishman around 1800.

The best way of giving you an idea of the Scotch is to show you in what they principally differ from the english. In the first place (to begin with their physical peculiarities) they are larger in body than the english and the women in my opinion (I say to my shame) are handsomer than the english women. Their dialect is very agreeable........They are in some points of view the most remarkable NATION in the world; and no country can afford an example of so much order, morality, economy and knowledge amongst the lower classes of society......Sydney Smith....1800 


END LONDON RULE!!

Sunday, 13 March 2011

And you thought it all started after Culloden??

Think about it.
Ever since starting to write in this blog we have mixed a number of historical accounts in an effort to highlight some historical facts. Of course history can be distorted and the longer the event disappears in the mists of time the easier it is to allow it to be portrayed in the light of those who or for whom it’s compiled for....
The story of MacBeth as told by Shakespear that engish of english playwright is a prime example of this. Yet that story was written to ensure his master James VI a Stewart and formerly a King of Scots guaranteed his lineage into the mists of time at the expense of an evil tyrant in MacBeth.
How true is the statement  “Kenneth MacAlpin united the Picts and Scots as the first King of Alba? How true did the race of Alpin want it to be as the succession of primogenitor became the fashion of their sons? Why was Giric written out as an almost non-event during the feuding years of kingship. Yet MacBeth as King of Fortrui became High King of Alba and in a so called “Dark Age” travelled a pilgrimage to Rome secure in the knowledge that his kingdom was safe (for the time being). Yet it was MacBeth who invited Osbern Pentecost (how many have heard of this guy) and his kind to Alba as he saw the rationale behind the granting of lands to Norman knights in an effort to buffer warring tribes.
Let’s look at how Scotland became what we know of it today. Why is it that the popular language is a form of english known as Scots. Certainly the broader and unintelligibly english the Scots becomes the better but there is no hiding its origins. The thirst of these early medieval kings saw the “anglo saxon” Lothians added to the emergence of Scotland the nation and not long afterwards the British of Strathclyde. Yet over the centuries the dominance of the anglified Scots secured its capital at its anglified centre, Edinburgh south of the Scot Water. Highland and Lowlands were born. A simple division to them in both language and dress easily exploited and guaranteed that Scotland would never be united as one. Yet given the extent of the “Highland Problem” over many centuries since and the part played by the Royal decedents of one these Norman families who would have thought that a Stewart would lead a predominately Highland army through the gates of Edinburgh the capital of the state hell bent on crushing the “Highland Problem” in the last conflict on these shores.
A few generations of the James years and the divisions were still the same. Plenty attempts at pacification but to speak the so called “erse” meant that you were a barbarian, a heathen, a savage, Edinburgh’s state ensured that even to this day the Gaelic language is kept in its minority that almost saw it exterminated. The answer for the IV one was to marry into english royalty of course it was not a new thing but by the time the VI one came along it guaranteed him a route to the english throne on the death of a childless Elizabeth. The easy option and down South to rule he went. This assured the birth of a Great Britain and paved the way for a United Kingdom so long the aim of those of the Southern persuasion.
“An un-equal union” I hear the words of Andrew Fletcher of Saltoun, oh yes how true these ring. But our history books are full of the failures of Darien the romanticism in failure of a so called “Bonne Prince” and the clearances started on the final bayonet thrust of a desolate Drumossie Moor. Aye Right!!! We posted many months back a photo of the so called Chiefs standing with that scion of the House of Hanover, Prince Charles. Yet how many of you realise that some of the race of these so called chiefs were already plotting the removal many of their clansmen long before that final bayonet thrust, your gallant, Lochiel being just one of them. These chiefs were rapidly becoming the saxon landlords of a state now sitting in London. Out of it came eagle feathers, tartan and a desire to feature on the front of a shortbread tin. An Empire was building......
Today we stand in the remnants of this Westminster state which spawned that empire. You and I together, stuck in a mire of a feudal society, stuck with a corrupt political system, stuck with a devolved parliament based on Westminster rule, stuck with banks that can manipulate, stuck with a House of Lords and jobs for the boys, stuck in a materialistic world where the more you get the more you want, stuck with a society that breeds poverty for political gain and most of all stuck with London Rule.......
We will leave you with a touch of prose from a not so well known poet Vagaland. Your future begins with Ending London Rule let’s start it on May 6th. And move what we have of Scotland into a new era, one that harks back to the “Land that was once Free”....END LONDON RULE AND LIVE A FREE SCOTLAND...
“Trowe wir minds wir ain aald language.
      still keeps rennin laek a tôn
Laek da laverik ida hômin,
    sheerlin whin da day is done
Laek da seich o wind trowe coam
    at da risin o da môn.
Hit’s da skriechin o da swaaable,
  an da kurrip o da craa,
An da bulder o da water
  In aboot da brakkin baa.
Hit’s dad under o da Nort wind
  whin he brings da moorin snaa.
Hit’s da soond da sheep maks nyaarmin
  whin you caa dem on afore,
An da noise o hens, a claagin,
    layin Peace-eggs ida Voar,
An dag alder at da dug gies,
    whin a pik comes tad a door.......
Things at maks dis life wirt livin,
   dey’re jôst laek the strainin-post;
Whin he’s broken, hit’s no aeasy
   Getting new-eens – an da cost,
Hit’ll shôn owergeng da honour
  If da auld true wyes is lost......

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Robert Burns; The Scottish Patriot Bard



Robert Burns born Alloway 25th of January 1759; Died Dumfries 21st July 1796
We dedicate this post to the memory of one of Scotland’s great radical patriots of the 18th century. All of you will or should know of his life story. If you were brought up in Scotland at some point in your youth you would have recited some of his verse. But let’s dispel the myth of the “Heaven taught Ploughman” and look at Burns the “Radical Patriot Bard”
This was no “Heaven taught Ploughman” but a complex and often contradictory man of vast intelligence. His ability in later years to outwit the British establishment whilst serving them in its Excise is one of legendary status. Of a stubborn independence Burns refused all the advice of the enlightened Scotland to compose in english.  He refused to take part in his Nations cultural capitulation as its hierarchy strove to eradicate all “Scotticims” from its language in an effort to destroy its culture. He proved that the language of the people could be forged into a high literary art, deliberate and radical following in the footsteps of his mentors Ramsay and Fergusson. Its testimony that to this day some 214 years after his death we still value his words as a symbolic statement of Scottish identity as we deal with the dominance of english culture flooding into Scotland aided by its “Westminsterism” based in London.
The first two books he ever read were the “life of Hannibal” and the “History of William Wallace” and in his words “Hannibal gave my young ideas such a turn that I used to strut in rapture up and down after the recruiting drum and bagpipe, and wish myself tall enough to be a soldier, whilst the story of Wallace poured a Scottish prejudice into my veins which will boil along there, till the flood-gates of life shut in eternal rest”
As the 18th century began to draw to a close, the Britain of Robert Burns was one of a tyrannical oppression as it silenced the leading pro-democracy minds of the period with sedition laws that brought about a fear of freedom of speech. It was only in the 1990’s that it was discovered that two of his most famous poems were too seditious to be printed in his own name at the time. “Scots Wha Hae” and “A Mans a Man” This fear of being dealt the same blow as that given to other radicals such as Thomas Muir and others among the radical group “Friends of the People” ensured Burns was always one step ahead of the Hanoverian government and always able to pour his thoughts into the press of the time. The net was always closing in and had Burns survived past his 37th birthday much longer he may well have suffered the same fate as Thomas Muir and others or fell victim to the vast array of British spies operating in 18th century Scotland as the fear of a Scottish revolution festered in London politics.

Burns was born into poverty and died in poverty. Burns was first and foremost a man of the people, he valued his family and despite the myths of being a womaniser he held these family values very close to his heart. Burns joined freemasonry very early in his life and enjoyed the many close brotherly values of that group. However Burns joined Freemasonry because it put all on the same level. Freemasonry has no upper class and all are classed as brothers. Burns detested the Calvinism of his Covenanting Ayrshire roots and championed the cause of the Glorious Revolution in 1688 as an attempt to overthrow the “divine right of kings” yet Burns stood a Jacobite born into a Jacobite family of the North East of Scotland. He realised Jacobitism’s Nationalistic sentiment so much overlooked by its romanticism bred in to dilute its cause by propaganda. Burns was also a champion of the Irish Home Rule movement and so little is referred to his friendship of Luke Mullen of that movement who was known to have visited him in Dumfries. In an era of Revolutionary air with first America and then France all throwing of the yoke of imperialism. 


Burns was to pen some of his finest verses to FREEDOM and LIBERTY.
We repeat here some of these fine words.

“Were this the charter of our state,
On pain o’hell be rich an great
Damnation then would be our fate
Beyond remead
But thanks to Heavn, thats no the gate
We learn our creed.
For thus the royal mandate ran
When first the human race began
The social friendly honest man
Whatee’r he be
Tis he fulfils great Natures plan
And none but he......

Burns recognised the corruption of politics and creed and how landownership of the gentry in the British feudal system held the poor down never to be able to rise above their station or break off the chains of poverty.

I siddling sheltrd in a nuke
An at his Lordship staw a leuk
Like some portentous omen
Except GOOD SENSE and SOCIAL GLEE
An (waht suprisd me) Modesty
I marked not uncommon
I watchd the symptoms o the GREAT
The GENTLE PRIDE, the LORDLY STATE
The arrogant assuming;
The feint o’ pride nae pride had he
Nor sauce, nor state, that I could see
Mair than an honest Ploughman.
Then from his Lordship I shall learn
Henceforth to meet with unconcern
One rank as well’s another
Nae honest, worthy man need care
To meet wi NOBLE youthful DAER,
For he but meets a BROTHER........

On politics Burns defined the following to his friend Alexander Cunningham in 1793;
Quere, What is Politics?
Answer, Politics is a science wherewith, by means of nefarious cunning, & hypocritical pretence, we govern civil Polities for the emolument of ourselves and our adherents:-
Quere, What is a Minister?
Answer, A Minister is an unprincipled fellow, who by the influence of hereditary, or acquired wealth; by superior abilities; or by a lucky conjecture of circumstances, obtains a principal place in the administration of the affairs of government...........

In 1789 on a visit to Bannockburn via Falkirk Burns wrote;
“This morning I knelt at the tomb of Sir John the Graham, the gallant friend of the immortal WALLACE; and two hours ago I said a fervent prayer for Old Caledonia over the hole in the blue whinstone, where Robert de Bruce fixed his royal standard on the banks of Bannockburn.......”
And on the 1707 Union of Parliaments in a letter to Mrs Dunlop in April 1790 Burns wrote;
“You know my national prejudices.-  I have often read & admired the Spectator, Adventurer, Rambler, & World but still with certain regret that they were so thoroughly english.-  Alas! Have I often said to myself, what are all the boasted advantages which my Country reaps from a certain Union, that can counterbalance the annihilation of her Independence, & even her very name.......”
And finally in 1793 on explaining the origins of the song  he penned the words “Scots Wha Hae” too, Burns wrote;

“There is a tradition, which I have met with in many places of Scotland, that it was Robert Bruces March at the Battle of Bannock-burn. This thought, in my yesternight’s evening walk, warmed me to a pitch of enthusiasm on the theme of LIBERTY AND INDEPENDENCE, which I threw into a kind of Scots Ode, fitted to the Air, that one might suppose to be the gallant ROYAL SCOTS address to his heroic followers on that eventful morning”


In Robert Burns, Scotland has been left an eternal legacy, one that will stand the test of time and help those understand what it means to be Scottish and to have Scotland as your place of birth. It is time that those Scots among us paid heed the words of Burns, The Patriot Bard as how true they ring in today’s 21st century Scotland as we fight off the tyranny that is London Rule.
ROBERT BURNS, SCOTLANDS PATRIOT BARD WE SALUTE YOU........END LONDON RULE AND FREE SCOTLAND............

For further reading we recommend “Burns the Patriot Bard” by Patrick Scott Hogg