THIS IS OUR LAND

THIS IS OOR LAND

by

Matt McGinn

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier

He´d wandered far away, when he came back one day

He found his homeland was a big gay bomb land

It had been ta’en o’er by the Yanks

And they said, ‘Look Jock, this is oor land noo

It’s no a moorland noo, it’s no a dour land noo

This land is oors and it isnae your land noo

It belongs to John FK’

‘We’ve ta’en yer water, yer Holy water

But so’s that you’ll no care, we’ve put Polaris there

It’s just as lendie, so’s we’ll defend ye

In case Gagarin should come o’er’

But Jock said, ‘Look Jack, I have just come back

Frae a Watch that’s black and you had better pack

In plainer words, Jack, I’m giving you the sack

We don’t want your nonsense here’

‘These touring Highlands are no GI lands

My faither gied them me and I’ll hae them till I die

These lovely Highlands and lochs and islands

You’ll find they’re my lands, they’re no yours’

'So all your bombs, Jack, you can take them back

Take your subs away up the Hudson Bay

For there’s enough fear in the USA

We don’t want your nonsense here'