Jacobites by name.

I grew up hearing the last echos of the Jacobites and Bonny Prince Charlie and Robby Burns as well who gave voice to the common people.   This famous song is a song against the the royalist dream of a Stewart restoration.  It is really asking what is the point of it all?

Yet Europe had then twisted in the winds of royal ambitions from the creation of the first King, and no king or aristocrat thought of any higher ambition than to be successful in war.  In truth, Napoleon put at end to all that  by making the cost too catastrophic.


That cost kept the royal peace throughout the nineteenth century.  It took a weak Czar to launch WWI and a Revengeful Hitler to finish the job in WWII and ending with Pax Americana. 

Since then we have had the dying embers of war slowly burning themselves out.

Now we have the real peace of Pax Americana again been properly asserted by driving out the war makers from the power centers.


 Jacobites by name.

The poet Robert Burns lived not long after the Jacobite Uprising of 1745/46. 

Following the conflict, many songs were written, usually in support of the Jacobite cause. But a few were written putting the government/Hanoverian point of view. 

 When Burns was putting together a collection of songs he had found while going round Scotland, he found one of these and wrote his own version. While Burns had expressed sympathy for the French Revolution, he clearly had no liking for the Jacobites. 


Ye Jacobites by name, now give an ear, give an ear, 
Ye Jacobites by name, give an ear; 
Ye Jacobites by name, 
Your fautes I will proclaim, 
Your docrines I maun blame - you shall hear! 
What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law, by the law? 
What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law, 
What is Right, and what is Wrang, 
A short sword and a lang, 
A weak arm and a strang, for to draw! 
 What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar? 
What makes heroic strife, famed afar? 
What makes heroic strife? 
To whet th' assassin's knife, 
Or hunt a Parent's life, wi' bluidy war! 
Then let your schemes alone, in the State, in the State! 
Then let your schemes alone, in the State! 
Then let your schemes alone, 
Adore the rising sun, 
And leave a man undone, to his fate.