Ah Scotland my beloved land
Wracked by voices all around you
Doubtful that you understand
The ills that threaten to confound you.
Courage that I once believed
Would in the end be sure to save you
Faded; you have been deceived
By those resolving to enslave you
Far from being plain to see
The danger has unlikely sources
Lurking deep in you and me
Misled by ill intentioned forces.
Scotland let your passion sing
And drown the voices sent to sway you
Alba is your sovereign king
Transcending those who would betray you.
Copyright Allan Bantick February 2018