[Verse 1] Born in the margins. Nineteen thirty-four. Ignored. Mocked. Dismissed as eccentric. But the idea survived every lost deposit and every bitter fight. Scotland was changing. The old consensus was collapsing. We woke up and realized Westminster was never designed to serve us. [Chorus] Three hundred years of a broken deal, (They took it all.) Promised us fairness but crushed us under the wheel. (Under the wheel.) The Union survives on habit and fear, But the Celtic spirit is rising up here. Oh, the old order is dying today, And we’re finally walking away. [Verse 2] Sixty-seven was a shockwave. Then came the oil. It was a factual statement: It is OUR oil. But Westminster refused to see the wealth. We surged, we fractured, we froze in a long winter. Until the majority in two thousand and eleven. We forced their hand. We made the dream normal. [Verse 3] The referendum exposed the rot. Three centuries of economic imbalance and democratic distortion. Defeat didn’t kill the movement, it fed it. But the party changed. They got cautious. They got managerial. They feared the very movement that carried them to power. Competence became a shield. The shield became an excuse. The excuse became a BETRAYAL. [Chorus] Three hundred years of a broken deal, (They took it all.) Promised us fairness but crushed us under the wheel. (Under the wheel.) The Union survives on habit and fear, But the Celtic spirit is rising up here. Oh, the old order is dying today, And we’re finally walking away. [Verse 4] The deepest fracture. The stitch-up. A lawful finding: biased, procedurally flawed, documents hidden. Fitted up by a process that collapsed under the light. That is the factual RECK-ord. A leadership prioritizing control over transparency. They forgot justice. They forgot liberation. [Verse 5] But the movement is bigger than the party. Two thousand twenty-six. The Celtic Alliance. Scotland. Wales. Northern Ireland. London doesn’t listen, so we listen to each other. We stop acting like regions. We start acting like nations. The Union fades into irrelevance. We are DONE being ignored. [Outro] We are stronger together! (The Union is fading.) We are leaving the shadows behind! (The new order is waiting.) Lord, we are done being ignored. ©2026 Trevor Swistchew and The Shady River Bard. All rights reserved.
