Bon-Accord Sangster/"Liberty, Equality and Fraternity"

"LIBERTY, EQUALITY AND FRATERNITY!”

Tune— “Rob Rorison's Bannet.”

Commotion, commotion is seen far and near,
The surges are thund'ring-hearts failing for fear;
The sceptres are trembling-crowns nod to their fall,
And monarchy staggers at anarchy's call.

The Pope, that has war against Freedom long waged,
Is now like a bird in the Vatican caged,
Tho' late as the great Liberator revered-
But he's a wise warlock that kens his ain weird.

As Britons, we Liberty's blessings would crave,
Tho' none knows in what he is held as a slave-
Yes; free to be lazy and get up a strike,
Then live on our neighbour and do what we like!

Equlity, too, is the sum of our song,
But righted to-day, ere to-morrow we're wrong;
For one drops his cash in the Savings' Bank's till,
While another melts his in the Publican's gill.

Fraternity, too, we are leagued to advance,
With those who our artizans kick out of France,
Such brotherly love, sure, the Irishman tried,
Who placed reciprocity all on one side.

The men who their country's fair character blot,
And basely degrade the proud name of a Scot,
The red rampant Lion would tear from our flag,
And over them flutter the tricolour rag.

But shame to the man that would cover his eyes,
Nor blessings of Plenty and Liberty prize;
Nor grateful acknowledge the Peace we enjoy,
Nor his head nor his hand to defend them employ.