Two wee songs by Lyn

To the tune of "What shall we do with the drunken sailor"...

What shall we do with the Brunstane green belt
What.  ,,     ,,     ,,   ,,    ,,      ,,          ,,          ,,
,,          ,,     ,,    ,,    ,,   ,,      ,,          ,,          ,,
Give local folk no warning!

Put it under concrete and build some houses
Put. ,,   ,,          ,,         ,,     ,,       ,,         ,,
,,     ,,     ,,        ,,          ,,    ,,        ,,         ,,
Give local folk no warning!

Oh no you don't cos up we're rising
Oh no you don't cos up we're rising
Oh no you don't cos up we're rising
So take this as fair warning!

Just try it and you'll find our response surprising
Try it and you'll find our response surprising
Try it and you'll find our response surprising
So take this as fair warning!

To the tune of "Where have all the flowers gone"..

Where has the Brunstane green belt gone?
We're all asking
Where has the Brunstane green belt gone?
We want to know
Where have all our green fields gone?
Sold to E.D.I. every one!
They thought our backs were turned
Now lessons will be learned!

To the tune of "Flower of Scotland"..

Oh E.D.I. Housing
Ye've never seen our like, ye dinnae ken
If ye so much as try for
Tae build just one But n Ben
On Brunstane farmland
We'll stand against ye
And send ye hameward
Tae think again!

These fields are there now
With food for mouthes we need to fill
Ye think that we've lost now
That land so dearly held
But we'll stand against ye
Rich E.D.I. Housing
And send ye hameward tae think again!

This threat will pass soon
And in the past it must remain
But we'll always rise up
And be those people again
Who stood against them
Rich E.D.I. Housing
And Sent Them Hameward
Tae Think Again!