If the Scots become the late departed

Will we English be downhearted,

Knowing they're gone beyond recall

On the darker side of Hadrian's Wall?

 

Or willl we sing aloud in praise

For leaving us our longer days

And New Years free from haggis and Burns

With wailing pipers taking turns

 

To make us deaf to proper tune

And gentle voices born to croon.

Let English football see the loss

Of the far too frequent Scottish boss!

 

The best I keep till last of all,

Setting out my Sassenach stall.

For home folk here - we English true,

It's a lot less votes for the bossy EU!

Scots - away!!!  (to coin a phrase).