Ah Scotland
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