Highland Freedom

A choice,
A risk,
Like the heroic charge of the Scots Greys,
The kind of high risk gamble,
That Scotland has both thrived upon and suffered from.

Unity is stability,
But independence is in the Scottish soul,
To rule over the lochs and fens again,
To live once more as Gaels,
To stand tall like Ben Nevis.

United or independent,
Westminster or Salmond,
Neighbours or partners,
Long live the highlands,
Long live the Scottish.

In my defence God me defend…