They called it a union, but the record is clear It was a treaty of nations, signed year to year. Two sovereign states at a table of trust, Not a merging of souls, not a binding of dust. The contract was written, the signatures laid, A deal between equals that’s the truth it was said. No myths or stormcloud, just the daylight fact A treaty can change when its only an act. And the chorus dances like a reel in the rain: It never was a union in the way they explain. If it was made by agreement, it can shift by the same The lion remembers its own ancient name. It never was a union just a deal on the page, And Scotland still stands, ageless in age. Copyright 2026 Trevor Swistchew. All Rights Reserved.
