• Tom Carslaw @tomcarslaw – Here is the memorial to the 51st at St Valery. It is at the cliff top where our soldiers watched in vain for rescue craft

    Inspired by hearing from my father, 65 years ago, of the sacrifice of the 51st Highlanders in 1940 to enable the Dunkirk ‘Miracle:

    https://suno.com/s/gLe7NANJG8FK3AVr

    Lyrics:

    It was the winter of nineteen thirty-nine

    When we arrived at France’s Maginot Line

    We were more than fifteen thousand strong

    Ready to stand our ground against the hun

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price on Winston Churchill’s say

    Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    In the front line we were all fighting highlanders

    The Seaforth, Cameron, Gordon and the Argylls

    With the Black Watch, holders of the line at Arras

    And gunners, medics and drivers from every part

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    Every island, village and town felt the losses

    Some lost every single young man they had

    Left behind in France to face the blitzkrieg

    It’s a betrayal that will never be forgotten

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    When the blitzkrieg came, we were divided

    The Germans dashed between us and the rest

    The Brits headed fast for the coast to escape

    But we were told to stay and hold the line

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    For six months we fought a bloody rearguard

    To protect the left flank of the weary French

    Arriving in Saint Valery too late, far too late

    And thick fog took away our very last chance

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    Ten thousand and more of us forced to surrender

    A long brutal march with damn little food or water

    Twenty miles a day and murdered if you couldn’t

    Five long years away from our homes and families

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for on Winston Churchill’s say

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    When we returned, many left behind in the ground

    Churchill was the big hero who saved the country

    But when it came to the next chance to vote

    With our English pals we booted him right out

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    From the Maginot Line we came late to Saint Valery

    The panzers dashing to the coast were soon upon us

    We paid a bloody price for a plan that could only fail

     Marched ten thousand strong to years behind the wire

    Background:

  • John Robertson

    Inspired by the lack of an uplifting campaign song and one to reassure those with people in England, for Scottish independence: https://suno.com/s/HEWPcmBE3kC1yHLZ

    In the morning we’ll be singing, we’ll be singing

    We have reasons to be angry with them, to this day

    Albion’s masters have taken everything we had

    In warships, fighting men and blood, we’ve paid

    But so have our neighbours just over the border

    They’ve died on the line with us, lived in the slums with us

    Too often the rich have set us against each other

    UK Reformers have that same purpose this very day

    Come on Scotland, it’s your time

    Time to live the way you believe in

    Come on Scotland, it’s your time

    Still together if it comes for us all

    In the morning we’ll be singing, we’ll be singing

    Come on Scotland, it’s not an exile

    Still together on the beaches and

    Still together on the landing grounds

    Together in the fields and in the streets

    Come on Scotland, it’s just our turn

    We’ve waited decades for a better place with our English friends

    We can’t wait for ever but we must try now to go on our own

    We make the world dreamed of by those who are now gone

    And they’ll  see it happen before their eyes right next door

    Their masters of news cannot forever hide from them what we do

    Come on England open your eyes and give up your endless wars

    Come on England open your eyes, there’s no shame in following

    Come on Scotland, it’s your time

    Time to live the way you believe in

    Come on Scotland, it’s your time

    Still together if it comes for us all

    In the morning we’ll be singing, we’ll be singing

    Come on Scotland, it’s not an exile

    Still together on the beaches and

    Still together on the landing grounds

    Together in the fields and in the streets

    Come on Scotland, it’s just our turn

  • John Robertson

    Inspired by a neighbour in Ayr raising money to send decent boots to her son and his platoon in Afghanistan and by UK Defence Minister John Reid MP’s claim that Helmand was just a policing mission with no casualties expected: https://suno.com/s/gYmP1d2f1oeIaiYV

    Lyrics:

    In the boots my mother had to buy me

    When I heard the man in the suit say it’d just be policing

    When I heard him say he knew that no one would die

    Then all the hairs on my neck came arising

    And I knew then that it was just a big bloody lie

    I’m walking the streets of Lashkar Gah wearing boots my mother had to buy me

    Where no one would meet my eyes or wish me peace be

    Walking the streets of Lashkar Gah where men came to die before us

    I met the devil dressed in black and he just blew my best friend away

    When we got to Helmand, we could tell right away

    When even the name means courageous and brave

    But they were more than that, they just didn’t care

    To die in a holy war was all that they craved

    I’m walking the streets of Lashkar Gah wearing boots my mother had to buy me

    Where no one would meet my eyes or wish me peace be

    Walking the streets of Lashkar Gah where men came to die before us

    I met the devil dressed in black and he just blew my best friend away

    They were ready for us, but we were not for them

    In the wrong clothes, with useless boots and guns

    Trapped like rats in mud walls by savage children

    We began to die, strangers under unforgiving sun

    I’m walking the streets of Lashkar Gah wearing boots my mother had to buy me

    Where no one would meet my eyes or wish me peace be

    Walking the streets of Lashkar Gah where men came to die before us

    I met the devil dressed in black and he just blew my best friend away

    Then one day we walk the main street guns levelled

    Me and Charlie first with ten more behind in a line

    They stare and stare then out of them a shadow shifts

    The rattle of death and Charlie falls like a warning sign

    I’m walking the streets of Lashkar Gah wearing boots my mother had to buy me

    Where no one would meet my eyes or wish me peace be

    Walking the streets of Lashkar Gah where men came to die before us

    I met the devil dressed in black and he just blew my best friend away

    We Jocks should not have been in that place, ever

    From 1838 until we are free, fighting rich men’s wars

    Those thousands of fathers before us, never to return

    England’s own barbarians in their barbaric bloody wars

    I’m walking the streets of Lashkar Gah wearing boots my mother had to buy me

    Where no one would meet my eyes or wish me peace be

    Walking the streets of Lashkar Gah where men came to die before us

    I met the devil dressed in black and he just blew my best friend away

    (John Robertson 2025)