Among Proddy Dogs And Papes Lyrics

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 floral 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 on 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…

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 English laws
But at night the head…

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…

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