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Freedom Come Aa Ye

Hamish Henderson
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FREEDOM COME AA YEFREEDOM COME AA YE
  
Roch the win i the clear day's dawinIt's a rough wind in the clear day's dawning
Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bayBlows the clouds head-over-heels across the bay
But thair's mair nor a roch win blawinBut there's more than a rough wind blowing
Thro the Great Glen o the warl the dayThrough the Great Glen of the world today
It's a thocht that wad gar our rottansIt's a thought that would make our rodents,
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gayAll those rogues who strut and swagger,
Tak the road an seek ither loaninsTake the road and seek other pastures
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an playTo carry out their wicked schemes
  
Nae mair will our bonnie callantsNo more will our fine young men
Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely crawMarch to war at the behest of jingoists and imperialists
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachanNor will young children from mining communities and rural hamlets
Murn the ships sailin doun the BroomielawMourn the ships sailing off down the River Clyde
Broken faimilies in launs we've hairrietBroken families in lands we've helped to oppress
Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mairWill never again have reason to curse the sound of advancing Scots
Black an white ane-til-ither mairrietBlack and white, united in friendship and marriage,
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bareWill make the slums of the employers bare
  
Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedomSo come all ye who love freedom
Never heed whit the houdies croak for DoomPay no attention to the prophets of doom
In yer hous aa the bairns o AidamIn your house all the children of Adam
Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit roomWill be welcomed with food, drink and clean bright accommodation
Whan MacLean meets wi's friens in SpringburnWhen MacLean returns to his people
Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blumeAll the roses and cherry trees will blossom
An a black laud frae yont NyangaAnd the black guy from Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun.Will break the capitalist stranglehold on everyone's life


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