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Scotland The Greater



 



I was with Arthur's pickets



In the strike that killed King Coal,



Cried with the miners 



As they marched off to the dole,



Saw Maggie Thatcher



That hard nosed bitch



Kick out at the poor



While rewarding the rich,



Watched our society unwind 



From one mindful of need



To develop into one



Of selfishness and greed;



Saw the gulf widen between



The affluent South



And the struggling Northerners



Living hand to mouth,



And then some politician nonce



Has the nerve to say



One of our public holidays



Should be named Thatcher Day.



That land fit for heroes,



One hundred years on



Now just a fantasy



All gratitude gone.



If Scotland does vote



To be free of the greedy south



Let's draw a line



Below the Humber mouth



To create Greater Scotland



And just let them all see



How we can prosper



In a land that's Tory free.  




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