Paisley Burns Club Greeting : January 2014


An autumn storm is on it way

But Westlin’ winds are not to blame

Clouds are gathering day by day

And independence is its name


September brings the time to choose

When citizens must make their mark

The stakes are high, to win or lose

For Auld Scotia the choice is stark


Should Scotland opt to separate

And split apart this British isle

Faint hopes of rational debate

Are ready drenched in spin and bile


Will auld acquaintance be forgot

An Act of Union lie slain

Or will it all just come to naught

And devolution long remain


Both sides choose our bard to plunder

Union and Nationalist

Scour songs, rent rhymes asunder

His heart-felt words to turn and twist


It leaves a nation fit to rive

Truth to shed from hypocrisy

But in eleven score days and five

The victor must be democracy


September 18th marks a day

To define our generation

The old and young will have their say

On the future of our nation


A man o’ independent mind

Were Burns to write our epistle

Both head and heart must be inclined

To grasp the independence thistle


Bob Carruth