Such a parcel of sheep

We live in a land wealthy and free, with healthcare and welfare for all.
But it’s not enough, to have all this stuff; we must answer the nationalist call.
The grass will be greener; our streets will be cleaner, high wages and zero inflation.
No need to explain there’ll be nothing but gain, such a parcel of sheep in a nation.

We’ll get handouts aplenty, we can retire when we’re twenty, mortgages at 0 per cent.
Or if we so choose, get a cottage in the mews, with oil money paying the rent.
We’ll share out the wealth and improve our health, oil will be our salvation.
We’ll stop growing old, we’ll have streets paved with gold, such a parcel of sheep in a nation.

Don’t ask me how we’ll defend ourselves or what we’ll use for money.
Just have faith and follow me, to the land of milk and honey.
Practice your rants and racist chants as you take a small libation.
And collect your dole as you head to the polls, such a parcel of sheep in a nation.

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The results will come in, we’ll be wearing a grin, our dreams have come to fruition.
We’ll pour another and toast our brothers, and gloat at our new found position.
As our hangover clears we’ll awaken to fears last night was a big celebration.
In the cold light of day it will be time to pay, such a parcel of sheep in a nation.

Willie Thomson
Auchinleck
Ayrshire