This is an unwritten poem by Robert Burns which was found crumpled up in a dusty corner of the internet. It was probably composed in honour of the Treaty of Union of 2014.
Whit is this nation
That wouldna be
The maister o’ its ain hoose
Proud strong an free
But gied awa its riches aw’
Its pride an land an soul an aw’
Tae a neebor land wi nae respect
For Scottish soul an Scottish heart
An friendship nane
But wi thur lash an thur bully pulpit
Tae steal the wealth
An leave the sorrow
Auld lang syne
is nae reason at aw
Tae tak the hand
O’ a neebor so untrusty
Aye ‘sa cowerin nation
Wha asks a souless maister
Tae tak its song
An its poems an aw
An tak its heart
An gie it
Tae the greedy dogs
