Best Falkirk Poems

It started in Stirling, English blood was shed 
A hero was named, All around men lay dead 
The claymore was wielded against many a foe 
Ancient scores settled with every blow 

We marched south to york, a city to sack
ramming down the gate it broke...

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I will stand in the heather,
I will stand in the glen,
I'll defend my Bannockburn,
With horse, pike and men.

As Bruce I command,
As Robert I will die,
But not on this day,
For English souls rise to the sky.

Remove them I will,
Send them o'er the hill,
Past Stirling and Falkirk,
Back...

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In the dark of the night, 
when all are sleeping, out of sight,
the Oggles come out to play. 
For they love to flirt, 
in the rubbish and the dirt,
a curious courtial display.

For Oggles mate for life, 
on the banks of the Fife,
wearing kilts like the...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects to those loyal men and wimen, the spirits of Culloden.
This...

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Who actually is like us
The modern world you see today
Right before your eyes,
Who done this and who done that
Well you’re in for a wee surprise.

From the Bank of England to the Bank of France
Then we invented the BBC,
How the hell did we manage that
For a...

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