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Alistair Hulett

"Among Proddy Dogs and Papes" (karaoke)

"Among Proddy Dogs and Papes" (sheet music)


As a child, I was raised on salted oats

And tales of the savage past;

I learned to love the drifting rain

And winter's icy blast;

And all day long on the Holy Isle

Far out in Lamlash Bay,

I walked the hills in creaking shoes

Where the bones of the old ones lay.

And at night, the head of Wallace bled

On solemn, formal drapes,

And the flower of Scotland bloomed again

Among Proddy Dogs and Papes.

 

I was taught in school how Britannia's rule

Was forced on the Scots of old:

Bought and sold by a parcel of rogues

For a handful of English gold

Till our fate was sealed at Culloden Field,

When the blood of the clans ran down

Through the twisted sea of history

To the streets of Glasgow Town.

Where at night, the head of Wallace bled

On solemn, formal drapes,

And the flower of Scotland bloomed again

Among Proddy Dogs and Papes.

 

On the long summer nights when the Northern Lights

Burned the sky like acetylene,

The Prods and Tykes, they fought on the dykes

That ran 'round the housing scheme;

With sticks and stones, we broke our bones

For the sake of the good old cause

That has kept our country bound and chained

Under British laws.

But at night, the head of Wallace bled

On solemn, formal drapes,

And the flower of Scotland bloomed again

Among Proddy Dogs and Papes.

 

And the old men lilt how the blood was spilt

On the banks of the River Boyne:

Three hundred years of hate and fear

Clutched like a miser's coin.

And at Ibrox and at Parkhead, too,

On the first day of the year,

See full-grown men drag it all out again

While the fans on the terraces cheer.

And at night, the head of Wallace bled

On solemn, formal drapes,

And the flower of Scotland bloomed again

Among Proddy Dogs and Papes.

 

And at night the head of Wallace bled

On solemn, formal drapes,

And the flower of Scotland bloomed again

Among Proddy Dogs and Papes.


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