Dear Scotland, whit-a-week for makin’ an historic choice
Am sure your letter box is full as politicians try to beguile;
I’m jealous as migrated so have lost my right for voice
So this is just a wee note from a distant kins exile.
By now you’re gettin’ sick of movie reruns, wi’ blue faced folk that yell
Oil debates, bagpipe breakfasts and 100 things to do with a tattie scone;
Don’t lose sight of the end prize in all the patriotic hard-sell
Yes towards a future bright, take the chance before its gone.
And it’s not about the Queenie and tis not about the crown
Nothing against the Englanders, in fact have married two;
Not crazy, was just doing my bit to whittle their numbers down
And it worked, now both converted to the splendid land of Roo.
If you stay, it will just get worse and on your dreams they’ll trample
Worried about the money to fund the freedom cravin’?
Look across the water for a Celtic cousin example
Copy Southern Ireland and become renowned tax haven!