Lyrics:
Henry Martin
There were three brothers in merry Scotland,
In merry Scotland there were three,
And they did cast lots which of them should go,
should
Brexit time
So shut your mouths
Scotland's leaving
You reap what you sow
Stronger together
But you disagree
Crying at your borders
You're a fucking
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie,
I do this sh*t here for Scotland County!
North Carolina!
All of my n***** who reppin' the dime!
I know some crips and I know some slims who poppin
some prophecies (Prophecies)
Some of which he's gonna see
He's told to be the Thane of Cawdor (Ay)
And to be the king of Scotland
So, Macbeth wants
mother
Oh is it my brother John
Or is it my sweet William, my own true love
To Scotland new come home
It is not your father, it is not your mother
It is
No Lyrics Scotland Yard - music for Scotland dance by mr.Klauzer
the fare
By boat, or plane, or bus
Farewell to Lanark, boys
Now hear us loud and clear
So there's no doubt, we'll scream and shout
We're gettin' outta here
There were three brothers in merry Scotland
In merry Scotland there were three
And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go
And if those feet in ancient time
Walked upon England's mountain green
Then will His feet walk here with us
On bonnie Scotland's land and sea
I'll
a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave? (so)
Let him turn and flee
Wha for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw
Freeman stand
From Scotland's bonnie shores we set sail
In search of alcohol, the drunkard's holy grail
'Cause a pirate's life is empty without booze
eyes like arrows pierced my breast
And I call her lovely Molly O', the lily of the west
One day as I was walkin' down by a shady grove
I spied a lord
Oh, you'll take the high road and I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet again
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where we two have passed so many blithesome days
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn, and flee.
Wha for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa',
You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie
You’ll take the high road and I’ll take the low road
And I’ll be in Scotland afore ye
Where me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie
Near by the swelling ocean,
One morning in the month of June,
While feather'd warbling songsters
Their charming notes did sweetly tune,
I
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where we two have passed so many blithesome days,
(rrah)
And I wish a gyal would, you'll see me in Jordans (rrah)
And the mandem love me from Brum and to Boston (yeah)
Some living in Scotland, me
Punching my clock. Now I'm wanted by the manager
Soupin me up sayin "You're a good worker,"
"How would you like a quarter raise, move up the register"
"Large
skin
My wee babe's cold in my arms
Lord Gregory, let me in
Lord Gregory, he is not here
I swear can't be seen
He's gone to bonny Scotland
For
In scotland we flatter the english
By giving victories over them a significance
They don't fuckin merit.
If it was such a big deal to defeat
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