When it feels like trust has been betrayed
When it feels like nothing will be the same again
As we separate, as we loosen ties, against our will
No written constitution to speak of
This country is made of many parts
But numbers count, numbers win, they say
"The will of the British people."
But how much will can you really see
North of the border we're angry
North of the border we wanted no change
But north of the border are so few
Voices are hardly heard
With a government divided and sorrowful
With devolved parliaments shedding tears
With a joy that only old men celebrate
This is a new era indeed
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