Texicans are Mexican
Santa Anna he did say
Texicans are Mexican
There is no other way
Texicans are Mexican
From the America.s sway
Texicans are Mexican
That not the way we are
Texicans are Mexican
No, we follow the Northern star
Texicans are Mexican
We will meet , let's go
We Are Texicans not Mexicans
We meet at Alamo
For 13 days, two hundred stood
Six thousand guns aimed at their heads
The bravest of the vbrace still stood
Until they lay in their own blood
We remember the Alamo
From Scottish Highland, his life there spent
Young Jamie, did travel across the Tweed
To see his King, of all the Scots
But Charles he did not care a jot
And sent the lad away
Unperturbed, our lad did not return
Back to Scotland fair
Across the sea, our lad did drink the foreign air
In European wars he sold his sword
Learnt how to make a stand
From veteran Scots he earned his spurs
The war broke out, in his Kings own land
On to Oxford, where Charles held court
He hurried back, for he must be sought
But Charles’s head still chose him nought
Despite the battles already fought
The lad was just a child
By now all Scotland was almost spent
Much to the Campbell's glee
The King needed a Scot to travel
Though a madman he must be
Forward stepped our hero, resolute and strong
And Captain General of Scotland
His death, would not be long
Montrose, Montrose
Heading North, he led his force
The massive army, himself and his horse
So no, not ready for battle
Royal Standard hidden beneath his saddle
Montrose, Montrose
Midges flying all around, Gretna far behind
Through the forest, he did ride
From the trees a warrior came
Speaking Gaelic asked his name
In same Tongue he gave his name
The Army was doubled in size
Montrose, Montrose
A fiery cross he gave his man
Instructions to each and every Clan
The Royal Standard would rise
So the Campbell would fall
The meet was at Blair Atholl
Montrose, Montrose
From Ireland heads beneath his name
Fighting Irish, everyone bred
To make the Campbell's blood flow red
Lord Elcho marched 9000 men,
Eager to end the Royal cause
Montrose’s 3000 should now run and hide
Live to fight another day
But as Elcho’s advance at Tippermuir.
Montrose countered and endured
And organised his men
How many bullets do you have?
One each his men replied
Well they have plenty, Gentlemen,
So to the first for that you meet
With your gun his brains you will beat
And you will have plenty too
Montrose, Montrose
Arrogantly Elcho came
A famous victory already claimed
Against the rabble that he could see
While the Royalist Army, allowed them on
Montrose, Montrose
Gentlemen, your time has come
Declared Montrose, decision made
Show them your lead, Fire I say
Then charge, he said
His Army did approve
Montrose, Montrose
Three thousand muskets, silence broke
Charging Scots and Irish came
Hurtling down the Tippermuir
Winning battle glory fame
Elcho running to his hame
3000 left for dead
Montrose, Montrose
The sight of the government Army running
As fast as it could with fear inside its head
Fife was safe for now, and more Clansmen could be seem
It was time to crush more Campbell lackeys
Heading North to Aberdeen
Ukrainians, they are Russian
Putin started to crow
Lessons lost from Scotland, and the Alamo
Where all this will take the world?
Who know which way he will go….
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