The Reverend Jim Murphy. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

As the choristers gathered in the Kingdom of Fife
There preached a wee liar who feared for his life
He called it abuse but they shouted down lies
Kircaldy would witness Jim Murphy's demise.

But why did he do it, a speech every day?
Each day somewhere different but they all stayed away
Up on his soapbox, street perjury he'd preach
But the townsfolk so sickened, stayed out of reach.

Why would a Scotsman lie to his own
Bare faced and lying, I cannot condone
He tried for a century but had to call time
A crushed egg the culprit, that was the crime.

For disrupting events, he falsely blamed Yes
But the truth of the matter, his tour was a mess
Whoever your God is, and he gave you one wish
Would it be with Jim Murphy, listening to pish!

Some say he's demented but it's far worse than that
This Lion of Scotland has shown he's a twa*
And what of the egg man, where did he go
Or where did he come from, will we ever know?

You can name us a Scotsman, in Brazil at a game
So why can't you tell us, this criminal's name?
Is he part of your make-up, is he with MI5
All part of a plan, that your corrupt mind contrived?

You pray to a country so rich yet are poor
You ally with Westminster, the blame's at your door
Your expenses will cease, you'll be run out of town
If you think London loves you, you're more of a clown!

If you have an agenda and a No vote's your choice
That's great, we'll accept that but these lies that you voice
Are NOT your opinion, you're a Westminster farce
And I hope on the 18th, you're out on your a r s e.

We've had this oppression for 300 years
We've witnessed and listened and will take no more fear
If a YES vote's successful, I hope there's no place
In a new Scottish Parliament, you're Scotland's disgrace.

Take with you Jola and the rest of your 'clan'
Set up your own country, create a new land
We need a new Labour, one that is true
But what Scotland does NOT need are people like you!

Paul Colvin.