Friday, 22 March 2013

FAILTE GU ALBA - WELCOME TO SCOTLAND



That man who supports independence
Him in that parliament; him on the telly – aye, him
Papers say he’s the only one to share the dream, don’t they
He’s only one man mind you.

But see that mother who supports independence
Lives down the road from me – aye, her
Wakes up, rubs her eyes, brews the tea
Comes by with her shopping and all that
Has three kids, penniless as she is
Wants them to go to university she says
She’s only one mother mind you.

And see that guy who supports independence
Spoke to him on the bus to work – aye, him
Works a shift, dreams, gets by
Says he’s all green; windfarms, nae trident and that
Wants a government closer to home
So’s he can keep up a wage
He’s only one guy mind you.

And see that migrant who supports independence
Came from India with his family – aye, him
Lives in an old tenement
True Scotsman to the bone
Says India did it years ago: What’s taking you so long?
Self-governance, the human struggle and all that
He’s only one migrant mind you.

And see that teacher who supports independence
Works in that school round the corner – aye, her
Holds class, reads books, tells stories
The power of imagination! she tells them
And they listen to her and dream
Says it’s a new chapter, a new start and all that
She’s only one teacher mind you.

But see what the papers call a one-man band
All posturing, politics and that
Sounds more like an orchestra out on the streets
Waking restless dreamers to a call.

Andrew Redmond Barr
National Collective

6 comments:

  1. Yes that's good I like it and here's how it came about

    Oor nation's been treated like a wee dancing poodle
    Twa steps ahint wis oor place don't ye ken
    Till oot o' the hills and the mists o' Linlithgow
    Came a bonnie wee fechter, a leader o' men

    Noo this wis a shock,this never should be
    Past the end o' their nose nae unionist could see
    Nae baubles nor sillar could buy this man aff
    As he took up his cudgel, but contained his wrath
    Wi' rapier wit he can ootsmart the rest
    As he bats them a' doon, they keech in their nest
    So he marched his troops onward and against a' the odds
    He delivered a promise a date wi' the Gods
    He's taen us tae greatness,it's jist like a dream
    A' the time he wid grin like the cat wi' the cream

    While a' roon aboot they gripe an' they groan
    As he strips them each week richt doon tae the bone
    So tak yer time Eck, as much as ye want
    Let the Unionists fume let the Unionists rant
    The folk, them that matter, are happy ye see
    For they ken they're no skint too stupid too wee
    The world is awaiting an' we'll tak up oor place
    We'll be welcomed nae doot wi' much warmth an' much grace


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    1. BRILLIANT...ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.
      :¬)

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  2. They are both brilliant...well done...though provoking!!

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  3. A R Barr - thank you!

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  4. Beautiful. Very moving. Thanks.

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