Here's†something I wrote tonight after the polls closed in the Scottish†Referendum -

Come the Morn

Come the morn
Like a river to weir
We'll raise our heeds
To greet or cheer

Over smokies or oats
Lorne sausage on a roll
As many losers or winners
Over butteries and brose

But I'll sleep tonight
Whatever will be
For I heard no pipes
On this battlefield
Torn or together, loosened or tied
Scotland will always be
Scotland aye.