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FREEDOM COME AA YE | FREEDOM COME AA YE |
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Roch the win i the clear day's dawin | It's a rough wind in the clear day's dawning |
Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay | Blows the clouds head-over-heels across the bay |
But thair's mair nor a roch win blawin | But there's more than a rough wind blowing |
Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day | Through the Great Glen of the world today |
It's a thocht that wad gar our rottans | It's a thought that would make our rodents, |
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay | All those rogues who strut and swagger, |
Tak the road an seek ither loanins | Take the road and seek other pastures |
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play | To carry out their wicked schemes |
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Nae mair will our bonnie callants | No more will our fine young men |
Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw | March to war at the behest of jingoists and imperialists |
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan | Nor will young children from mining communities and rural hamlets |
Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw | Mourn the ships sailing off down the River Clyde |
Broken faimilies in launs we've hairriet | Broken families in lands we've helped to oppress |
Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mair | Will never again have reason to curse the sound of advancing Scots |
Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet | Black and white, united in friendship and marriage, |
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare | Will make the slums of the employers bare |
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Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom | So come all ye who love freedom |
Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom | Pay no attention to the prophets of doom |
In yer hous aa the bairns o Aidam | In your house all the children of Adam |
Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit room | Will be welcomed with food, drink and clean bright accommodation |
Whan MacLean meets wi's friens in Springburn | When MacLean returns to his people |
Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blume | All the roses and cherry trees will blossom |
An a black laud frae yont Nyanga | And the black guy from Nyanga |
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun. | Will break the capitalist stranglehold on everyone's life |