Ah, I thought the topic was the performance of a blind Scottish accordeonist / former busker / now actor doing a fake tartan Corrie impression (I'm sure he can do better) and not a lot to do with imperialism and English royalist claptrap.

What was I (actually Brian McNeill) saying about men who think like sheep?

Are you sittin in your council house dreaming o your clan?
Waiting for the Jacobites to come and free the land?
Would you rather stand and watch them dig your grave
While you wait for the tartan messiah?
He'll lead us to the promised land with laughter in his eye
We'll all live on the oil and the whisky by and by
Free heavy beer! Pie suppers in the sky
Will we never have the sense to learn?

(No gods & precious few heroes)