Here’s Yer Hogmanay. 31st December 2014. Their champagne is our cup of tea, their canapés our bread They laugh and scoff at all of us but it’s us who made their bed Their caviar in silver pots, our toast served on a plate Aye! Rightly they can scorn us for it’s us who sealed our fate. They can line their corporate pockets as the hungry lie in bed We gave them all this power, we gave them the go-ahead And while they run their biased BBC and their media nationwide They can bolster windows, doors and gates but they can never hide For their past will come to haunt them like the reaper’s deathly ghost And when it does, we’ll all be there, and this will be our toast Nae mair will we bow down tae ye Nae mair we’ll be yer slaves There’ll come a day when we’ll be free E’en those you put in graves The ghosts of a’ that you have wranged Are waiting for this day Aye! The ghosts of a’ who’ve lain lang Will hae their liberty! So here’s tae us on Hogmanay And tae every absent friend So raise yer glass on New Year’s Day And may yer year ascend. Paul Colvin.
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 17:05:11 +0000
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