Betrayal they will conclude!

Scotland, my Scotland, what have you become? 
You were once a beacon of light for those who need it, a glimmer of hope, for those who seek it. 
Now my Scotland, a frail old man is judged harshly while another is let go with a slap. 
Oh, my Scotland, how I weep. 

History will not be kind to those who ruin your good name. 
Scholars will look upon and wonder just how we got here, 
betrayal, they will conclude.  

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