Scots wha hae quite been ignored;
wha Torys thought had been on-board;
wha's cut wham's umbil'cal chord?
Mum and child might dee!
Now's the day and now's the hour,
England begs while Scotsmen glower,
Wha will quaff this whisky, sour?
Liberty ain't free!
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