Ye Jacobites

Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear.

What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law
What is right and what is wrong by the law
What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long
A weak arm and a strong for to draw.

What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife
Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war.

Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state
Then leave your schemes alone in the state
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate.

Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate
And leave a man alone to his fate.

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Will Ye No' Come Back Again?

Bonnie Charlie's noo awa
Safely o'er the friendly main
Mony a heart will break in twa
Should he ne'er come back again.

Chorus
Will ye no' come back again?
Will ye no' come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be
Will ye no' come back again?

Ye trusted in your Hielan' men
They trusted you, dear Charlie
They kent your hiding in the glen
Death or exile braving.

English bribes were a' in vain
Tho' puir, and puirer, we maurn be
Siller canna buy the heat
That beats aye for thine and thee.

We watch'd thee in the gloamin' hour
We watch'd thee in the mornin' grey
Tho' thirty thousand pound they gie
Oh, there is nane that wad betray!

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Wild Rover

I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all my money on whisky and beer
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I swear I will play the wild rover no more.

Chorus:
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.

I went into an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit she answered me 'Nay
Such custom as yours I can get every day.'

Chorus

I took from my pocket a handful of gold
And on the round table it glittered and rolled.
I asked her for whisky and beer of the best.
What I told you before, it was only in jest.'

Chorus

I'll go back to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And when they forgive me as oft times before
Then I swear I will

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Turn Ye To Me

The stars are shining cheerily, cheerily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The sea mew's moaning drearily, drearily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Cold is the stormwind that ruffles the breast
But warm are the downy plumes lining its nest
Cold blows the storm there
Soft falls the snow there
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.

The waves are dancing merrily, merrily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
The seabirds are wailing wearily, wearily
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me.
Hushed be thy moaning, lone bird of the sea
Thy home on the rocks is a shelter to thee
Thy home is the angry wave
Mine but the lonely grave
Horo, Mhairi dhu, turn ye to me

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Tramps and Hawkers

O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads
An' gaitherers o' bla'
That tramp the country roun' and roun'
Come listen one and a'
I'll tell tae ye a rovin' tale
An' places I hae been
Far up into the snowy north
Or sooth by Gretna Green.

I've seen the high Ben Nevis
That gangs towerin' tae the moon
I've been roun' by Crieff an' Callander
An' by Bonny Doon
I've been by Nethy's silvery tide
An' places ill tae ken
Far up into the stormy north
Lies Urquart's fairy glen.

Sometimes noo I laugh tae mysel'
When dodgin' alang the road
Wi' a bag o' meal slung upon my back
My face as broun's a toad
Wi' lumps o'cheese and tattie-scones
Or breid an' braxie ham
Nae thinking whar' I'm comin' frae
Nor thinkin' whar I'm gang.

I'm happy in the summer-time
Beneath the dark blue sky
Nae thinkin' in the mornin'
At nicht where i'm gang to lie
Bothies or byres or barns
Or oot amangst the hay
And if the weather does permit
I'm happy a' the day.

Loch Katrine and Loch Lomond
They've oft been seen by me
The Dee, the Don, the Devron
That a' flows tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle, by the way
I nearly had forgot
And the reckless stanes o'cairn
That mairks the hoose o' John o' Groat.

I've been by bonny Gallowa'
An' often roun' Stranraer
My business leads me anywhere
I travel near an' far
I've got that rovin' notion
I wouldna like tae loss
For It's my daily fare
An' as much'll pay my doss.

I think I'll gang tae Paddy's Lan'
I'm makin' up my mind
For Scotland's greatly altered noo
I canna raise the wind
But if I can trust in Providence
If Providence should prove true
I'll sing ye's a' of Erin's Isle
When I come back to you

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To The Weavers Gin Ye Go

My heart was ance as blythe and free,
As simmer days were lang,
But a bonnie westlin weaver lad
Has gart me change my sang.

Chorus:
To the weavers gin ye go, fair maids,
To the weavers gin ye go,
I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht,
To the weavers gin ye go.

A bonnie, westlin weaver lad
Sat working at his loom;
He took my heart as wi' a net,
In every knot and thrum.

Chorus

I sat beside my warpin-wheel,
And aye I ca'd it roun';
But every shot and every knock,
My heart it gae a stoun.

Chorus

The moon was sinking in the west,
Wi" visage pale and wan,
And my bonnie, westlin weaver lad
Convoy'd me thro' the glen.

Chorus

But what was said, or what was done,
Shame fa' me gin I tell:
But Oh! I fear the kintra soon
Will ken as weel's mysel!

Chorus

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The Wee Cooper O' Fife

There was a wee cooper wha lived in Fife,
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
And he has gotten a gentle wife,
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

She wadna bake and she wadna brew,
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
For the spoiling o' her comely hue,
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

She wadna card and she wadna spin,
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
For the shaming o' her gentle kin,
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

The cooper's awa to his woo' pack
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
And he's laid a sheepskin on his wife's back
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

Til no trash you for your proud kin
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
But I will thrash my am sheepskin.'
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

O I will bake and I will brew:
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
And never think mair o' my comely hue.'
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

O I will card and I will spin:
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
And never think mair o' my gentle kin.'
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

A' ye wha hae gotten a gentle wife
Nickety, nackety, noo, noo, noo,
Just send ye for the wee cooper o' Fife.
Hey willy wallachy, how John Dougal
Alane quo rushety, roo, roo, roo.

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The Twa Corbies

As I was walking a' alane,
I heard twa corbies makin' a mane.
The tane untae the tither did say,
Whaur sail we gang and dine the day, O.
Whaur sail we gang and dine the day?

It's in ahint yon auld fail dyke
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there
But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair, O.
But his hawk and his hound, and his lady fair.

His hound is to the hunting gane
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady ta'en anither mate,
So we may mak' our dinner swate, O.
So we may mak' our dinner swate.

Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike oot his bonny blue e'en
Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair
We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare, O.
We'll theek oor nest when it grows bare.

There's mony a ane for him maks mane
But nane sail ken whaur he is gane
O'er his white banes when they are bare
The wind sail blaw for evermair, O.
The wind sail blaw for evermair.

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The Deils' Awa' Wi' The Exciseman

The deil cam' fiddlin' thro' the toon.
And danced awa' wi' th' Exciseman,
And ilka auld wife cried 'Auld Mahoun,
We wish ye luck o' the prize, man.

Chorus:
The deil's awa'. the deil's awa'.
The deils' awa' wi' th' Exciseman.
He's danced awa', he's danced awa',
He's danced awa' wi' th' Exciseman.

We'll mak our maut, and we'll brew our drink,
We'll laugh, sing, and rejoice, man,
And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil.
That danc'd awa wi' th' Exciseman.

Chorus

There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man,
But the ae best dance ere came to the land
Was 'The deil's awa wi' th' Exciseman.'

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The Barnyards O' Delgaty

As I cam' in by Turra market,
Turra market for to fee.
I fell in wi' a farmer chiel,
The barnyards o' Delgaty.

Chorus:
Linten adie, toorin adie,
Linten adie, toorin ee
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin.
The Barnyards o' Delgaty.

He promised me the ae best pair
I ever set my e'en upon;
When I gaed tae the Barnyards
There was naething there but skin and bone.

Chorus

The auld black horse sat on his rump
The auld white mare lay on her wime;
For a' that I could 'Hup' and crack,
They wouldna rise at yoking time.

Chorus

When I gaed to the kirk on Sunday,
Mony's the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her faither's side
And winking ower the pews at me.

Chorus

I can drink and no' be drunk
And I can fecht and no' be slain
I can lie wi' anither man's lass
And aye be welcome to my ain.

Chorus

My cannle noo it is brunt oot
The snotter's fairly on the wane;
Sae fare ye weel, ye Barnyards,
Yell never catch me here again.

Chorus

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Sweet Rose of Allandale

The sky was clear, the morn was fair
Not a breath came over the sea
When Mary left her highland home
And wandered forth with me
Though flowers decked the mountainside
And fragrance filled the vale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allandale.

Chorus
Sweet rose of Allandale
Sweet rose of Allandale
By far the sweetest flower there
Was the rose of Allandale.

Where'er I wander to the east and to the west
And fate began to lower
A solace still was she to me
In sorrow's lonely hour
Though tempest wreck my lonely barque
And may rend the quivering sail
One maiden warm withstood the storm
Twas the rose of Allandale.

Chorus

And when my feeble lips were parched
On Africa's burning sands
She whispered hopes of happiness
And tales of foreign lands
My life had been a wilderness
Unblessed by fortune's gales
Had fate not linked my lot to her
Sweet rose of Allandale.

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Sound The Pibroch

Sound the pibroch loud on high
Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye,
Let ev'ry clan their slogan cry,
Rise and follow Chairlie.

Chorus:
Hatcheen foam, foam, foam,
Hatcheen foam, foam, foam,
Hatcheen foam, foam, foam,
Rise and follow Chairlie.

From every hill and every glen,
Are gathering fast the loyal men,
They grasp their dirks and shout again.
Hurrah for Royal Chairlie.

Chorus

On dark Culloden's field of gore,
Hark they shout 'Claymore, Claymore,
They bravely fight what can they more.'
Than die for Royal Chairlie.

Chorus

Now on the barren heath they lie,
Their Funeral Dirge the eagle's cry,
And mountain breezes o'er them sigh,
Wha' fought and died for Chairlie.

Chorus

No more we'll see such deeds again,
Deserted is each highland glen,
And ye lonely cairns are o'er the men,
Wha' fought and died for Chairlie.

Chorus

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Peggy Gordon

Oh, Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit ye doon upon my knee
And tell tae me the very reason
Why I am slighted so by thee.

I am in love I cannot deny it
My heart lies troubled in my breast
It's not for me to let the world know it
A troubled heart can find no rest.

I put my head tae a cask o' brandy
It was my fancy so to do
For when I'm drinking I'm seldom thinking
And wishing Peggy Gordon was here.

I wish I was away in Ingol
Far across the briny sea
Sailing over the deepest ocean
Where love and care ne'er bother me.

I wish I was in a lonely valley
Where womenkind cannot be found
Where all the small birds they change their voices
And every moment a different sound.

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My Nut Brown Maiden

Horo, my nut brown maiden
Hiri, my nut brown maiden
Horo, ro maiden
For she's the maid for me.

Chorus
Her eye so mildly beaming
Her look so frank and free
In waking and in dreaming
Is evermore with me.

Oh Mary, mild-eyed Mary
By land or on the sea
Though time and tide may vary
My heart beats true to thee.

With thy fair face before me
How sweetly flew the hour
When all thy beauty o'er me
Came streaming in its power.

The face with kindness glowing
The face that hides no guile
The light grace of thy going
The witchcraft of thy smile.

And when with blossoms laden
Bright summer comes again
I'll fetch my nut brown maiden
Down from the bonny glen.

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My Ain Folk

Far frae my hame I wander,
But still my thoughts return,
To my ain folk ower yonder,
In the sheiling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle,
And the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle,
As I list some auld-warld lay.
And it's oh! but I'm longing
For my ain folk.
Tho' they be but lowly,
Puir and plain folk.
I am far beyond the sea,
But my heart will ever be
At home in dear auld Scotland,
Wi my ain folk.

O' their absent ane they're telling
The auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling
As the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
How the mither wad caress me,
Were I but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me.
Tho' the stormy seas divide.
And it's oh! but I'm longing
For my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly,
Puir and plain folk.
I am far beyond the sea,
But my heart will ever be
At home in dear auld Scotland.
Wi' my ain folk

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Mormond Braes

As I gaed doon by Strichen toon,
I heard a fair maid mournin',
And she was makin' sair complaint
For her true love ne'er returnin'.

Chorus:
Sae fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes,
Where aft-times I've been cheery;
Fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes,
For it's there I've lost my deane.

There's as guid fish intae the sea
As ever yet was taken,
So I'll cast my net and try again
For I'm only aince forsaken.

Chorus

There's mony a horse has snappert an' fa'n
An' risen again fu' rarely,
There's mony a lass has lost her lad
An' gotten anither richt early.

Chorus
Sae I'll put on my goon o' green,
It's a forsaken token,
An' that will let the young lads ken
That the bonds o' love are broken.

Chorus

Sae I'll gyang back tae Strichen toon,
Whaur I was bred an' born,
An' there I'll get anither sweetheart,
Will marry me the morn.

Chorus

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Mingulay Boat Song

Chorus:
Hill you ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her round, now all together.
Hill you ho, boys; let her go boys,
Sailing home, home to Mingulay.

What care we though white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys! ev'ry inch is
Wearing home, home to Mingulay.

Chorus

Wives are waiting on the bank, or
Looking seaward from the heather;
Pull her round boys! and we'll anchor.
Ere the sun sets at Mingulay.

Chorus

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Mary of Argyll

I have heard the mavis singing,
His love song to the morn,
I have seen the dew drop clinging,
To the rose just newly born.
But a sweeter song has cheer'd me,
At the ev'ning's gentle close,
And I've seen an eye still brighter.
Than the dew drop on the rose.
'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary,
And thine artless winning smile,
That made this world an Eden.
Bonnie Mary of Argyll.

Tho' thy voice may lose its sweetness,
And thine eye its brightness too,
Tho' thy step may lack its fleetness,
And thy hair its sunny hue.
Still to me wilt thou be dearer,
Than all the world shall own,
I have loved thee for thy beauty,
But not for that alone.
I have watched thy heart, dear Mary,
And its goodness was the wile,
That has made thee mine forever.
Bonnie Mary of Argyll.

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Maids When You're Young

An old man came a courting me.
Hey ding a doorum down
An old man came a courting me,
Hey doorum down.
An old man came a courting me,
Fain he would marry me,
Maids, when you're young.
Never wed an auld man.

Chorus:
For they've got no fal-loorum,
Fal-liddle fal-loorum,
They've got no fal-loorum,
Fal-liddle all day.
They've got no fal-loorum.
They've lost their ding-doorum.
So, maids, when you're young,
Never wed an auld man.

Now, when we went to church,
Hey ding a doorum down
Now, when we went to church,
Hey doorum down
When we went to church,
He left me in the lurch
Maids when you're young.
Never wed an auld man.

Chorus

Now, when we went to bed,
Hey ding a doorum down
Now, when we went to bed,
Hey doorum down
Now, when we went to bed,
He lay like he was dead
Maids, when you're young,
Never wed an auld man.

Chorus

Now, when he went to sleep,
Hey ding a doorum down
Now, when he went to sleep,
Hey doorum down
Now, when he went to sleep,
Out of bed I did creep
Into the arms
Of a jolly young man.

Last Chorus:
And I found his fal-looral.
Fal-liddle, fal-looral.
I found his fal-looral,
Fal-diddle all day.
I found his fal-loorum
And he got my ding-doorum
So maids when you're young,
Never wed an auld man.

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Macpherson's Rant

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong
Farewell, farewell to thee.
Macpherson's time will no' be lang
On yonder gallows tree.

Chorus
Sae rantingly, sae wontonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune an' he danced aroon
Beneath the gallows tree.

It was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to dee
Beneath a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me.

Chorus

Well the laird o' Grant, that highlan' sa'nt
That first laid hands on me
He played the cause on Peter Broon
To let Macpherson dee.

Chorus

Untie these bands from off my hands
And gie to me my sword
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word.

Chorus

There's some come here to see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part wi' her
I'll brak her thro' the middle.

Chorus

He took the fiddle into both his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Says there's nae other hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone.

Chorus

O, little did my mother think
When she first cradled me
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die on the gallows tree.

Chorus

The reprive was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff
To let Macpherson free
But they pit the clock a quarter afore
And hanged him to a tree.

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Loch Tay Boat Song

When I've done my work of day,
And I row my boat away,
Doon the waters o' Loch Tay,
As the evening light is fading,
And I look upon Ben Lawers,
Where the after glory glows,
And I think on two bright eyes
And the melting mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh,
My joy and sorrow too,
And although she is untrue,
Well, I cannot live without her.
For my heart's a boat in tow,
And I'd give the world to know
Why she means to let me go,
As I sing ho-ree, ho-ro.

Nighean ruadh your lovely hair,
Has more glamour I declare,
Than all the tresses rare,
'Tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold,
Be they blacker than the sloe,
They are worth no more to me.
Than the melting flake o' snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam,
O' the sunlight on the stream,
And the song the fairies sing,
Seems like songs she sings at milking.
But my heart is full of woe,
For last night she bade me go,
And the tears begin to flow,
As I sing ho-ree, ho-ro.

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Lewis Bridal Song

Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go,
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row,
All for Mairi's wedding.

Over hill-ways up and down,
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheilings, thro' the town,
All for sake o' Mairi.

Chorus

Red her cheeks as rowans are,
Bright her eye as any star,
Fairest o' them a' by far
Is our darling Mairi.

Chorus

Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel:
That's the toast for Mairi.

Chorus

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Killiecrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad!
Whaur hae ye been sae brankie, O!
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad,
Cam ye by Killiecrankie. O!

Chorus:
An' ye had been whaur I hae been
Ye wad na been sae cantie, O,
An' ye had seen what I had seen,
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.

I fought at land, I fought at sea,
At hame I fought my auntie, O;
But I met the devil and Dundee
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.

Chorus

The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr,
And Clavers gat a clankie, O,
Or I had fed an Athol gled
On the braes o' Killiecrankie, O.

Chorus

Oh, fie, Mackay! what gait ye lie
In the bush ayont the brankie, O:
Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's loof,
Than come to Killiecrankie, O.

Final Chorus:
It's nae shame, it's nae shame,
It's nae shame tae shank ye, O:
There's sour slaes on Athol braes,
And deils at Killiecrankie, O.

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Johnny Lad

I bought a wife in Edinburgh
For a bawbee,
I got a farthing back again
Tae buy tobacco wi'.

Chorus:
And wi' you and wi' you
And wi' you Johnny Lad,
I'll dance the buckles off my shoon,
Wi' you, my Johnny Lad.

As I was walking early,
I chanced to see the Queen,
She was playing at the fitba'
Wi' the lads in Glasgow Green.

Chorus

The captain of the ither side
Was scoring wi' great style,
So the Queen she ca'd a polisman
And she clapped him in the jyle.

Chorus

Noo Samson was a michty man,
He focht wi' cuddies' jaws,
And he won a score o' battles
Wearing crimson flannel drawers.

Chorus

There was a man a' Nineveh
And he was wondrous wise,
He louped intae a bramble bush
And scratched oot baith his eyes.

Chorus

And when he saw his eyes wis oot
He wis gey troubled then
So he louped intae anither bush
And scratched them in again.

Chorus

Noo Johnny is a bonny lad,
He is a lad o' mine.
I've never had a better lad
And I've had twenty-nine

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Johnnie Cope

Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar
Sayin "Charlie meet me an' ye daur
An' I'll learn ye the airt o' war
If ye'll meet me in the morning."

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O Hey! Johnnie Cope are ye waukin' yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were waukin' I wad wait
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning.

When Charlie looked the letter upon
He drew his sword and scabbard from
Come, follow me, my merry men
And we'll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning.

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Now Johnnie, be as good as your word
Come, let us try baith fire and sword
And dinna flee like a frichted bird
That's chased frae its nest i' the morning.

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When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this
He thocht it wouldna be amiss
Tae hae a horse in readiness
Tae flee awa in the morning.

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Fye now, Johnnie, get up an' rin
The Highland bagpipes mak' a din
It's better tae sleep in a hale skin
For it will be a bluidie morning.

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When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar cam
They speired at him, "Where's a' your men?"
"The de'il confound me gin I ken
For I left them a' in the morning."

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Now Johnnie, troth ye werena blate
Tae come wi' news o' your ain defeat
And leave your men in sic a strait
Sae early in the morning.

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In faith, quo Johnnie, I got sic flegs
Wi' their claymores an' philabegs
Gin I face them again, de'il brak my legs
So I wish you a' good morning.

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Jock Stewart

Now my name is Jock Stewart,
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow I've been.

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So be easy and free,
When you're drinkin' wi' me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.

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I have acres of land,
I have men at command,
I have always a shilling to spare.

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Now, I took out my gun,
With my dog for to shoot
Along by the banks of the Spey.

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So. come fill up your glasses
Of brandy and wine,
And whatever the cost, I will pay.

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I Once Loved A Lass

I once loved a lass an I loved her sae weel,
I hated a' ithers that spoke o' her ill.
But noo she's rewarded me weel for my love,
For she's gone tae be wed tae anither.

When I saw my love tae the kirk go
Wi" bride and bride maidens she made a fine sh
And I followed on wi' a hairt fu' o' woe
For she's gone tae be wed tae anither.

When I saw my love sit doon tae dine
I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine
And I drank tae the lassie that should hae been
But she's gone tae be 'wed tae anither.

The men o' yon forest they askit o' me
How many strawberries grow in the saut sea?
I answered them back wi' a tear in my e'e
How many ships sail in the forest'?

O dig me a grave and dig it sae deep
And cover it owre wi' flooers sae sweet
And I will lie doon there and tak' a lang sleep.
And maybe in time I'll forget her.


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I'm A Rover

I'm a rover and seldom sober,
I'm a rover o' high degree;
It's when I'm drinking I'm always thinking
How to gain my love's company.

Though the night be as dark as dungeon,
No' a star to be seen above,
I will be guided without a stumble
Into the aims o' my am true love.

He steppit up to her bedroom window,
Kneelin' gently upon a stone,
He rappit at her bedroom window:
Darlin' dear, do you lie alone?

She raised her head on her snaw white pullow,
Wi' her airms aboot her breast,
Wha' is that at my bedroom window,
Disturbing me at my lang night's rest?

It's only me, your ain true lover,
Open the door and let me in,
For I hae come on a lang journey
And I'm near drenched unto the skin.

She opened the door wi' the greatest pleasure,
She opened the door and she let him in.
They baith shook hands and embraced each other,
Until the morning they lay as one.

The cocks were crawin', the birds were whistlin',
The burns they ran free abune the brae:
Remember lass, I'm a ploughman laddie
And the fairmer I must obey.

Noo ma love, I must go and leave you,
Tae climb the hills, they are far above;
But I will climb them wi' the greatest pleasure,
Since I've been in the airms o' ma love.

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I Love A Lassie

I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
If ye saw her ye would fancy her as well.
I met her In September, popp'd the question in November,
So I'll soon be havin' her a' to masel'!
Her faither has consented, so I'm feelin' quite contented
'Cause I've been and sealed the bargain wi' a kiss.
I sit and weary, weary, when I think aboot ma deary,
An' you'll always hear me singing this:

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'I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie,
She's as pure as the lily in the dell,
She's as sweet as the heather,
The bonnie bloomin' heather,
Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell.'

I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
She can warble like a blackbird in the dell.
She's an angel ev'ry Sunday, but a jolly lass on Monday;
She's as modest as her namesake the bluebell.
She's nice, she's neat, she's tidy,
And I meet her ev'ry Friday;
That's a special nicht, you bet, I never miss.
I'm enchanted, I'm enraptured,
Since ma heart the darlin' captur'd.
She's intoxicated me with bliss.

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I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
I could sit and let her tease me for a week:
For the way she keeps behavin', well, I never pay for shavin
'Cause she rubs ma whiskers clean off with her cheek.
And underneath ma bonnet,
Where the hair was, there's none on it,
For the way she pats ma head has made me bald.
I ken she means no harm,
For she'll keep me nice and warm.
On the frosty nichts sae very cauld.

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Gypsy Laddie

Three gypsies cam' tae oor ha' door,
An' O! but they sang bonnie, O,
They sang sae sweet and sae complete,
That they stole the heart of a lady, O.

Lord Castles' lady came down the stair
And all her maidens behind her O,
She had a bottle of the red wine in her hand
For to treat all the gypsy laddies wi' O.

She's treated them a' wi' a bottle of red wine
Likewise with a little ginger O,
Till one of them stepped up by her side
Stole the gold ring from off her finger O.

It's you'll cast off your bonny silken dress
Put on my tartan plaidie O,
And you' awa the lee lang day
For to follow the gypsy laddie O'.

She's casten off her bonny silken dress
Putten on his tartan plaidie,
And she's awa' the lee lang day
For to follow the gypsy laddie O.

Lord Castles he came home at night
Inquiring for his lady,
The one denied, and the other replied
She's awa' wi' the gypsy laddies O.

Make haste, make haste my milk-white steed
Make haste and soon be ready,
For I will neither eat no drink
Or I get back my lady O.

They've rode east and they've rode west
Until they cam to yonder boggy,
And there they spied the pretty girl
Wi' the gipsies a' stanin' roon her O.

It's you'll come back and back you'll come
It's you'll come back to me, my lady,
For I will neither eat nor drink
Or ye come back aside me O'.

I winna come back, my ain guid lord
Nor will I come back aside ye,
For I've made a vow, and I will keep it true
For to follow the gypsy laddies O'.

Haven't ye gotten gold, love and haven't you gotten store
And haven't ye gotten treasures three.
And haven't ye gotten all that ye want
And three bonny boys to amuse ye wi?'

Oh yes my lord I have gotten gold and store
Oh yes I have gotten treasures three.
Oh yes I have gotten all that I want
And three bonny boys to amuse me wi'.

There is sixteen o' you, a' great men
And none o' you to ca' bonny O,
But ye shall all hanged be
For the stealin' awa' Lord Castles' lady O.

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Gallowa Hills

Oh I'll tak' my plaidie contented tae be
A wee bittie kilted aboon my knee
And I'll gie my pipes anither blaw
And I'll gan oot ower the hills tae Gallowa'

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Oh the Gallowa' hills are covered wi' broom
Wi' heather bells in bonnie bloom
Wi' heather bells and rivers a'
An I'll gan oot ower the hills tae Gallowa'

For I say, bonnie lass, it's will ye come wi' me
Tae share yer lot in a strange country
For tae share yer lot when doon fa's a'
And I'll gan oot ower the hills tae Gallowa'

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For I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel
I'll sell my grannie's spinning wheel
I will sell them a' when doon fa's a'
An I'll gan oot ower the hills tae Gallowa'

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Flowers of the Forest

I've heard the lilting, at our yowe-milking,
Lasses a-lilting, before the dawn o' day;
But now they are moaning, on ilka green loaning:
The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

At buchts in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning
The lasses are lonely, and dowie, and wae;
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leglen and hies away.

In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering
The bandsters are lyart, and runkled and grey
At fair, or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching —
The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

At e'en, at the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming
'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play;
But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie
The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

Dule and wae to the order, sent our lads to the border
The English, for aince, by guile wan the day:
The Flowers o' the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost
The pride o' our land, are cauld in the clay.

We hear nae mair lilting at our yowe-milking,
Women and bairns are heartless and wae;
Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning
The Flowers o' the Forest are a' wede away.

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Flower Of Scotland

When will we see
Your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie
Thick and still
O'er land that is lost now
Which those so dearly held
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are passed now
And in the past
They must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

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Eriskay Love Lilt

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Bheir me o, horo van o
Bheir me o, horo van ee
Bheir me o, o horo ho
Sad am I, without thee.

Thou'rt the music of my heart
Harp of joy, o cruit mo chruidh
Moon of guidance by night
Strength and light thou'rt to me.

In the morning, when I go
To the white and shining sea
In the calling of the seals
Thy soft calling to me.

When I'm lonely, dear white heart
Black the night and wild the sea
By love's light, my foot finds
The old pathway to me.

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Dark Lochnagar

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
In you let the minions of luxury rove,
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes
Though still they are sacred to freedom and love.
Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains,
Round their white summits the elements war,
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountain
I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar.

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was my plaid.
On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd
As daily I strode thro' the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star,
For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story,
Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar!

Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you!
Years must elapse ere I tread you again.
Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
England, thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roamed over mountains afar
Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,
The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar.

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Brave Caledonia dear are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar.

Ill starred now the brave did no vision foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken our cause
Yet were you destined to die at Culloden
Though victory crowned not your fall with applause.
Yet were you happy in death's earthy slumbers
Tae sleep wi' your clan in the caves o' Braemar
The pibroch resounds tae the pipers loud numbers
Your deeds to the echoes o' dark Lochnagar.
Your deeds to the echoes o' dark Lochnagar.

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Flow Gently Sweet Afton

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow:
There oft, as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides:
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweets flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays:
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

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Coulters Candy

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Ally bally, ally bally bee,
Sittin' on yer mammy's knee,
Greetin' for anither bawbee,
Tae buy some Coulter's Candy.

Here's auld Coulter comin' roon'
Wi' a basket on his croon
So here's a penny, noo ye rin doon
And buy some Coulter's candy.

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Ally bally, ally bally bee,
When ye grow up ye'11 gang tae sea
Makin' pennies for your daddie and me
Tae buy some Coulter's candy.

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Oor wee Annie's greetin' tae,
So whit can puir auld mammy dae?
But gie them a penny atween them twae
Tae buy some Coulter's Candy.

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Puir wee Jeannie she's lookin' affa' thin
A rickle o' banes covered ower wi' skin
Noo she's gettin' a wee double chin
Wi' sookin' Coulter's candy.

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Come By The Hills

Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to the land where life is a song
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long
Where the trees sway in time and even the wind sings in tune
And the cares of tomorrow can wait 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to a land where legend remains
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again
Where our past has been lost and the future has still to be won
And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done.

Come by the hills to a land where fancy is free
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the lochs reach the sea
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the sun
And the cares of tomorrow must wait 'til this day is done.

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Charlie Is My Darling

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Oh! Charlie is my darling,
My darling, my darling,
Oh! Charlie is my darling,
The young Chevalier.

Twas on a Monday morning,
Right early in the year,
When Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.

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As he cam' marching up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear,
And a' the folks cam' rinnin' out,
To meet the Chevalier.

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Wi' Highland bonnets on their heads,
And claymores bright and clear,
They cam' to fight for Scotland's right,
And the young Chevalier.

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They've left their bonnie Hieland hills,
Their wives and bairnies dear,
To draw the sword for Scotland's lord,
The gay Chevalier.

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Oh, there were mony beating hearts,
And mony hope and fear;
And mony were the pray'rs put up
For the young Chevalier.

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Cam Ye O'er Frae France

Cam' ye o'er frae France? Cam' ye doon by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonnie woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Hoosie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace, riding on a goosie?

Geordie he's a man, there is little doubt o't,
He's done a' he can, wha' can do without it?
Down there came a blade, linkin like my lordie;
He wad drive a trade, at the loom o' Geordie.

Though the claith were bad, blithely may we niffer:
Gin we get a wab, it makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bonnet, belt and swordie,
Ha's and mailins braid - but we hae a Geordie!

Jocky's gane to France, and Montgomery's lady:
There they'll learn to dance: Madam are you ready?
They'll be back belyve, belted, brisk and lordly:
Brawly may they thrive, to dance a jig wi' Geordie!

Hey for Sandy Don!, Hey for Cockalorum!
Hey for Bobbing John, and his Highland quorum!
Mony a sword and lance, swings at Highland hurdie:
How they'll skelp and dance, o'er the bum o

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Calton Weaver

I'm a weaver, a Calton weaver,
I'm rash and a roving blade,
I've got silver in my pockets,
I'll go and follow the roving trade.

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Oh. whisky, whisky, Nancy whisky,
Whisky, whisky, Nancy, oh!

As I cam' in by Glesca city,
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell,
So I gaed in, sat doon beside her,
Seven lang years since I lo'ed her well.

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The mair I kissed her, the mair I lo'ed her,
The mair I kissed her, the mair she smiled,
Soon I forgot my mither's teaching,
Nancy soon had me beguiled.

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I woke up early in the morning,
To slake my drouth it was my need;
I tried to rise but I wasna able,
For Nancy had me by the heid.

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Tell me landlady, whit's the lawin'?
Tell me whit there is to pay.
Fifteen shillings is the reckoning,
Pay me quickly and go away.

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As I went oot by Glesca city
Nancy Whisky I chanced to smell:
I gaed in, drank four and sixpence
A twas left was a crooked scale.

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I'll gang back to the Calton weaving
I'll surely mak' the shuttles fly
For I'll mak' mair at the Calton weaving
Than ever I did in a roving way.

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Come all ye weavers, Calton weavers,
A' ye weavers, where e'er ye be;
Beware of whisky, Nancy whisky,
She'll ruin you as she ruined me.

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