I wrote this in 1964 and nothing has changed.
Melody: I' m off to Dublin in the green AKA The Merry Ploughboy.




I am a Scottish MP
From a city grey and black,
So I'll shut my mouth when I'm in the south
Just in case they send me back.

Now some folks work for Labour
And some for the Tory class,
But I work like hell for me myself
And the rest can kiss my kilt.

Chorus: For I'm off to London in the morn, in the morn,
In Westminster I will be,
And I'll leave behind my brains and mind
And try for an MBE.

Oh Scotland, dearest Scotland
You have given me your trust,
And if I make the grade to the Board of Trade
Just guess who I'll trade first ?

I'll trade the Lowlands for a peerage
Give me an Earldom for the Isles,
And the whole damn lot could be easily bought
With one of Lizzie's smiles.

I am a Scots Home-Ruler
At my English Queen's command,
For my real birth-right is to be a knight
And the rest can be Republicans.

So come Grimmond, Home and Ramsey
Our Scottish Englishman,
Nationality for a Scots MP
Means tea at Number Ten.