Braveheart

Let’s be honest; you don’t like us

We imposed on you our useless royalty

And we’ve done nothing to earn your trust

Frankly, we do not deserve your loyalty

We drank your whisky; we shot your grouse

We gave you our Victorian Christmas

You gave us Balmoral: the big house

But, let’s be honest, you made fun of us

Each year, we watched your cheesy Hogmanay

We paid for you; you cost us zillions

You gave us Baxter and Connolly

You died for us, in your millions

You don’t like us and we feel guilty

We won’t be sad if you go away