It was no great mischief to take us from our homes
No great mischief to put us on the boat
No great mischief to put us in a place
where people were dying in a stagnant pool
I have been on the wrong side of atrocity
I have slain and I am not worthy
Of the meagerest scraps of fish
But seriously, mate, this is taking the pish
Yous are Jacobean dreamers
Empire emulating schemers
Just cause they’re daein it down south
Doesn’t mean that we need to conquer to
Fill mouths of the screaming weans
What use is tobacco anyways?
All it burns is the mouth and the lungs
I canna sing the songs of home
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I met a girl in Hamnavoe who’d seen it all before
She said the same thing to me when I’d went off to war,
“Don’t you see that time is a circle?
And that we are the circumference?”
I never really understood what that meant
I’d laughed it off as the ale talking
And, Lord, what ale that was
That northern scum really can drink
Ach, I dragged my weary pack to Leith
Promised: gold, riches but most of all adventure
I didn’t care much about repentance
But maybe I should’ve back then
It might’ve came in handy
Now I’m facing my maker
I could’ve done with some favour with the big man
But still sing the songs of back home
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