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They say Victoria loved our |
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Highlands |
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Well, that's because she owned them all |
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A feather pen and an iron fist |
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Put a people's back against the wall |
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The silent sheilings tell their tale |
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Of burning thatch and of ruined door |
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Of families driven from their homes |
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And a way of life that is no more, no more |
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They took it from the people |
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They took it from the people |
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Now kings and queens might be getting scarce |
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But watch that politician man |
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He'll smash your union, freeze your wages |
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And fill his pockets while he can |
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He'll close the mines and sell the railways |
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Ships and steel are gone the same |
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But if you've bought the lies he's selling |
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Then you'll know just who are the ones he'll blame |
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He'll blame it on the people |
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He'll blame it on the people |
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Now we've opted out of social justice |
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Privatized our conscience pains |
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Society does not exist, nor |
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Scotland either, |
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That is plain |
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They're going to sell us back our water |
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That falls from |
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Heaven to |
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God's green earth |
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Is this the land of |
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Bruce and |
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Wallace Is this the land of freedom and my birth? |
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Sell it to the people |
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Sell it to the people |
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Now this should be a rich wee country |
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We've gas and wood and coal and oil |
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Whiskey, the pipes and willing workers |
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All prepared to strive and toil |
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Let's give the country something special |
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Liberty in mair than name |
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Get off your knees, and cast your votes |
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And let the nation's voice be heard again |
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Make them listen to the people |
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Make them listen to the people |
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Will they listen to the people? |
