Bonny Scotland O it’s grand to be a Scottish man Like Sir Sean and Lord George Gordon, To swear allegiance to yer clan And deck yersel in yards and yards Of yer ain glorious tartan. You’ve got yer Hundred Pipers and yer smoky Scottish wine And you’ve got yer Rabbie Burns, yer banks and braes and Auld Lang Syne. You’ve got yer William Dunbar and yer bonny old Dundee, Forget yer timor mortis and dismiss conturbat me. What if a goodly bit of it, some say the bloody lot, Was generated by the pen of gude Sir Walter…
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