Alistair Hulett - Among Proddy Dogs And Papes lyrics

As a child I was raised on salted oats And tales of the savage past I learned to love the drifting rain And winter's icy blast And all day long on the Holy Isle Far out in Lamlash Bay I walked the hills in creaking shoes Where the bones of the old ones lay And at night the head of Wallace bled On solemn floral drapes And the flower of Scotland bloomed again Among Proddy dogs and Papes I was taught in school how Britannia's rule Was forced on the Scots of old Bought and sold by a parcel of rogues For a handful of English gold Till our fate was sealed on Culloden field When the blood of the clans ran down Through the twisted sea of history To the streets of Glasgow town Where at night the head… On the long summer nights when the northern lights Burned the sky like acetylene The prods and tykes they fought on the dykes That ran round the housing scheme With sticks and stones we broke our bones For the sake of the good old cause That has kept our country bound and chained Under English laws But at night the head… And the old men lilt how the blood was spilt On the banks of the river Boyne Three hundred years of hate and fear Clutched like a miser's coin And at Ibrox and at Parkhead too On the first day of the year See full-grown men drag it all out again While the fans on the terraces cheer And at night the head…