by Mary McLean
As we drove home from Edinburgh
following the Fringe,
romantic jingoism sparked
a Scottish music binge.
Our CD player blasted out
the Corries' famous song
putting Proud Edward in his place,
and we both sang along.
We chose Proclaimers' Greatest Hits
to carry on the mood,
neglecting to eject the Corries
first. Now both are screwed.
The Corries, on the bottom, we
can listen to; but then,
no more CDs will ever ever
ever play again.
Think about it, Scotland, in
the coming referendum.
A Yes vote might feel satisfying
now, with the momentum
of national pride; you'll still have oil;
you'll win some golds at curling;
but do you want to live your lives
stuck On the Brig o' Stirling?
Mary McLean grew up outside Washington DC and now works as a scientist at the University of Cambridge. Her poems have appeared in Mezzo Cammin, Light and Lighten Up Online.
