Just for a little light relief from all the serious politics, and a break from listening to the Bitter Together incessant Negativity.
I imagined a Cambridge professor giving an Independence Day lecture on Scots Independence.
Its a shame, It’s a shame,It’s a damnable shame
All the things that are going to happen
And who is to blame for this damnable shame?
And you up the back stop yer laughin
When the Scots go away,No one will know what they say
Nae Oxford dictionaries will be left in the skools
And wi the border posts up,at Auld Hadrians Wa
Tae stop Asylum Seekers from South Liverpool
There will be nae funny money,spent in the shops
And Blackpool has gone to the dogs
While their raiding doon here,buyin Holiday property dear
and insisting that we say Haar no fog
Noo that they’ve taken their oil, their swillin in it
Like the banned prophet McCrone did predict
Wi their economy booming, their aw stealing our wimmin
Where ur ye goin Dear, you treacherous bint
Noo there is nae Grouse shootin, north o the Clyde
And oor Estates have been taken away
The Queens moved to Balmoral, ma goad whit a quarrel
and fur her language, I dinnae ken fit she say?
Their raking in Billions fae sellin their whisky
And we cannae afford it nae mair
Were learning Scottish in Cambridge, that why I’m talkin like this
And Help ma boab, oor economies queered
Aww their Diaspora’s flockin, to see their Auld Country
An ma Goad whit a pride in their eyes
When they said they would dae it, By Christ so they did
Independent wi nae word of a Lie