The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Sep 16, 2004
Scottish pride
Can you here the piper playing
Does it play your song?
Can you hear the piper playing?
The notes they last so long
Travelling through the centuries
Over valley hill and glen
The piper he plays his tune
For new and old to hear again
March upon your feet
A song within your heart
The pipes in your soul your tartan rich
Come dance a jig to them bewitch
Can the land hear its daughters call?
Can it hear my scream?
For freedom and equality
From those its captors deem
The old wars are over
The blood they spilled is dry
But still we hope still we fight
For who we are
A nation of people
I am young campaigner
Or an old complainer
The heathers roots entwine my feet
Hear on these hills I am free
There's no place like Scotland
No place like home
Nothing left to run from
The fight again begun.
