A piper on Princes Street plays for the tourists
Who throw him their coins in reply
His Robertson tartan's a proud battered remnant
Of a Scotland that's long since gone by
Some day our wee country will again be a nation
I belong to Scotland and in Scotland i'll bide
I'll wait for that day with anticipation
They've taken our freedom but they'll no' take our pride
Well it's said that without the support of Great Britain
Our economy wouldn't be strong
But we've yet to be given the chance we deserve
To prove that that theory is wrong
Some day our wee country will again be a nation
I belong to Scotland and in Scotland i'll bide
I'll wait for that day with anticipation
They've taken our freedom but they'll no' take our pride
So we're facing the future and like it or not
There's decisions that have to be made
To survive as a colony of a long fallen empire
Is something i would happily trade
Some day our wee country will again be a nation
I belong to Scotland and in Scotland i'll bide
I'll wait for that day with anticipation
They've taken our freedom but they'll no' take our pride
