Prime minister:      

John MacLean      

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Anthem:

When Scotland first, by the workers' might,
Won it's independence from the imperialist's greed,
Won it's independence from britain's grasp,
This was the charter, the charter of socialism,
And proletarians sang this strain:

Rule, ya workers! Workers rule the waves!
Scotland will free, free, free all slaves!
Rule, ya workers! Workers rule the waves!
Scotland will free, free, free all slaves!

The nations still in greed's hand,
Must, in their turn, revolt 'gainst the rich,
Must, in their turn, revolt 'gainst the rich,
While with swords and guns, with swords and guns, the Scottish
Defend the free nations!

Rule, ya workers! Workers rule the waves!
Scotland will free, free, free all slaves!
Rule, ya workers! Workers rule the waves!
Scotland will free, free, free all slaves!

(Melody Rule britannia,  played with backpipes)

Song in honor of John MacLean:

Hey, Mac, did ye see him as he cam doun by Gorgie
Awa ower the Lammerlaw an north o‘ the Tay?
Yon man is comin an the hail toun is turnin out
We're aa shair he'll win back tae Glesca the day
The jiners an hauders-on are marchin fae Clydebank
Come on noo an hear him, he'll be ower thrang tae bide
Turn out, Jock an Jimmie, leave yer cranes an yer muckle gantries
Great John MacLean's comin hame tae the Clyde.

Argyll Street and London Road's the route that we're marchin
The lads frae the Broomielaw are here, tae a man!
Hey Neil, whaur's yer hauderums, ye big Heilan teuchtar
Get yer pipes, mate, an March at the heid o the clan
Hullo, Pat Malone, sure I knew ye'd be here, so,
The red an the green, lad, we'll wear side by side
Gorbals is his the day an Glesca belongs tae him
Noo great John MacLean's comin hame tae the Clyde.

Forward tae Glesca Green we'll march in guid order
Will grips his banner weel, that boy isnae blate!
Aye, weel, man, thair's Johnnie noo, that's him thair the bonnie fichter
Lenin's his feire lad, and Liebknecht's his mate
Tak tent whan he's speakin for thae'll mind whit he said here
In Glesca, our city, an the hail world besides
Och aye, man the scarlet's bonnie, here's tae ye Heilan Shonie
Great John MacLean's comin hame tae the Clyde.

Aye weill, whan it's finished we’ll awa back tae Springburn
Come hame tae yer tea, John, we'll sune hae ye fed
It's hard work the speakin, och, I’m shair he'll be tired the nicht
I’ll sleep on the flair, Mac, an gie John the bed
The hail city's quiet noo, it kens that he's restin
At hame wi' his Glesca freens, their joy an their pride
The red will be worn, ma lads, an Scotland will march again
Noo great John MacLean has come hame tae the Clyde.