A Thought From Afar Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

The lodge tries to run me out of town
'Cause they say I will not conform
While they sup with the London crown
Expel me from the place I was born

I have every right to speak my mind
For Scotland is in my blood
My ancestors and I are one of a kind
All the way back to the flood

And as I watch from far away
An exile driven abroad
All I see is Scots pay and pay
To those bastards in the house of lords

How long will they tolerate this oppression
Before they rise up in arms
Will they repel Westminster's aggression
Or live like paupers begging for English alms
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