On the question of hypocrisy, I wrote the following in the late 1960s in support of the SNP.


The Scottish MP: words Jim MacLean tune: Off to Dublin in the Green

Chorus:
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 am M.B.E.

Oh I am a Scottish M.P.
From a city grey and black
And I'll shut my mouth when I'm in the south
Just in case they send me back
Now some folk work for Labour
And some for the Tory class
But I work like hell for me mysel'
And the rest can kiss my - kilt

Oh Scotland, dearest Scotland
You have given me your trust
If I make the grade to the Board of Trade
Just guess who'll I 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

Oh I am a Scots Home Ruler
At my English Queen's command
For my real birthright is to be a knight
And the rest can be republican
So come Grimond, Home and Ramsay Mac
Our Scottish Englishmen
Nationality for a Scots M.P.
Means tea at Number Ten