LIBERTY COMING ALL YE. Dear son of the ham fish hen.


Swings it the wind on the full days dawning.
Burns through the clouds heels true tree gaudy over the bay.
But there is more still another rough wind impact.
By the large Glen O ' the world the day.

It is a thought, the dock one fish our putrid becomes.
It gaunter that group abrade us, freshness and homosexual.
Take the road and look for you other to checkout counters.
Play sport tae for their ill Tricks and.

Never sake more the bonnie call ants.
March tae was if ours braggarts cross crops.
Still small piece frae sets off pit head and clachan.
Deplore the ships, those down the Broomielaw sails.

Defective families in the countries, which we took over.
Scotland verse flu chit courageous never the more, never more.
Back and white and to other one connected.
Form the common barracks O ' their masters only.

O come all ye at home with ' liberty.
Never Half whit those hoodies crèche for fate.
In their house ' the children O ' Adam.
Can bread, barley bread and painted area find.

If MacLean of friends in Springburn.
Meets ' the roses and the Glens turns tae bloom.
And a black boy over of the Niagara outside.
Fell Gallon O rings ' burgers down!