I'm afraid I can't help with lyrics for "the other side" but maybe we agree on this, The Flight of the Lords.

Lords Wallace, McConnel, Lord Foulkes and Lord Reid
Those scroungers in ermine and those of that breed.
They sit in Westminster with nothing to say
But what would YOU do on three hundred a day?
Wi a toorily, oorily, oorily ay.

When Scotland is free, they'll be gone in a flash
They'll make for the border in an unholy dash.
Lord Haughey's big cheque book is not big enough
To keep all their Lordships big snouts in the trough.
Wi a toorily, oorily, oorily ay.

Wi their robes all a-flying they head for That Place
Deil tak the hindmost as onward they race
But after their scramble, through thick and through thin
The sensible English might not let them in.
Wi a toorily, oorily, oorily ay.