The monster from your famous loch has morphed into first minister
His plans and goals are puffs of air, his lies to you quite sinister
A vote for your independent state is a vote for ours as well
Union now without your folk seems t’us to be quite swell
It’s not time to drift away
The cost of looking after you was cost in more than pence
Our tax pounds put to better use is what our Nation craves
We don’t know why you want to go it doesn’t make much sense
But better off without you and with no debt took to our graves
You didn’t support our football team, we didn’t give a damn
We loved your rugged countryside and the salmon leaping high
Red deer on your sloping Glens looked graceful as they ran
The only thing we might well miss is a Tayside warming dram
Haggis and your Rabbie Burns made no sense to us at all
Your use of words like “ken” and “wee” make us smile all the more
We know we’re better off with our friends from overseas
Scots drain on our economy won’t bring us to our knees
You can speak and sing in Gaelic tongue and hand us back our language
Your economy is such a mess it will take much more than a bandage
Caledonia’s time to leave
England’s not about to grieve
Post Union days we’re not afraid
It’s not time to drift away
The flower of your Scotland youth now wilting on its stalk
You let yourself be cheaply bought by the cheapness that is talk
We’re sending you home to think again, you need to give much thought
The mess in which you’ll find yourself will be hard lesson taught
It’s not time to drift away
It seems to us you have much changed but little for the bolder
Alex is such a balanced chap with one chip on each shoulder
But leaving our proud Union is not what you should do
Stick with us as a Union and share with us our treasure
You’ve been away now coming home is meant to be such pleasure
It’s not time to drift away
Caledonia’s time to leave
England’s not about to grieve
Post Union days we’re not afraid
It’s not time to drift away
