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Ye Jacobites

2008-01-18T14:25:00.000-08:00

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?

2008-01-18T14:24:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:20:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:19:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:17:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:13:00.002-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:13:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:12:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:11:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:09:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:08:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:06:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:04:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:03:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:01:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T14:00:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:58:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:57:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:55:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:54:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:50:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:48:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:46:00.000-08:00

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

Chorus

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Johnnie Cope

2008-01-18T13:43:00.000-08:00

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."

Chorus
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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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."

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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

2008-01-18T13:41:00.000-08:00

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

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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I Once Loved A Lass

2008-01-18T13:39:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:36:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-18T13:35:00.000-08:00

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:

Chorus:
'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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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Gypsy Laddie

2008-01-18T13:19:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-16T15:47:00.001-08:00

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'

Chorus
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'

Chorus

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'

Chorus

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Flowers of the Forest

2008-01-16T15:44:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-16T15:43:00.001-08:00

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

2008-01-16T15:42:00.000-08:00

Chorus
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

2008-01-16T15:41:00.000-08:00

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.

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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Flow Gently Sweet Afton

2008-01-16T15:38:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-16T15:37:00.000-08:00

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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Come By The Hills

2008-01-16T15:32:00.000-08:00

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.

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Charlie Is My Darling

2008-01-16T15:29:00.000-08:00

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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Cam Ye O'er Frae France

2008-01-14T14:52:00.000-08:00

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

2008-01-14T14:51:00.000-08:00

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.

Chorus:
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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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Bonnie Glen Shee

2008-01-14T14:48:00.000-08:00

Oh, do you see yon shepherds,
As they walk along,
Wi' their plaidies pu'd aboot them,
And their sheep they graze on?

Chorus:
Busk, busk, bonnie lassie
And come alang wi' me,
An' I'll tak' ye tae Glenisla,
Near bonnie Glen Shee.

Oh, do you see yon soldiers
As they all march along,
Wi' their guns on their shoulders
And their broadswords hanging down?

Chorus

Oh, do you see yon high hills
All covered wi' snow?
They hae parted many a true love
And they'll soon part us twa.

Chorus

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Bonnie Dundee

2008-01-14T14:43:00.000-08:00

Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke
E'er the Kings crown go down, there are crowns to be broke
Then each cavalier who loves honour and me
Let him follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can
Come saddle my horses and call out my men
Unhook the west port and let us gae free,
For it's up wi' the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street,
The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let it be
For the toun is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee."

Chorus

There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lords i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north!
There are brave Duinnewassels, three thousand times three
Will cry "Hey!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus

Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks
Ere I own a usurper, I'll crouch with the fox
And tremble, false whigs, in the midst of your glee
Ye hae no seen the last o' my bonnets and me!

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Auld Lang Syne

2008-01-14T14:41:00.000-08:00

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind' ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And auld lang syne?

Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye'll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I'll be mine!
And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet.
For auld lang syne

Chorus

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'd the gowans fine:
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit
Sin' auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak' a right gude willie-waught,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus

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A Man's A Man For A' That

2008-01-14T14:19:00.000-08:00

Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head and a' that?
The coward slave, we pass him by
We daur be puir for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that
Our toils obscure, and a' that
The rank is but the guinea's stamp
The man's the gowd for a' that.

Ye see yon birkie ca'd a lord
Wha struts, and stares and a' that
Tho' hundreds worship at his word
He's but a coof for a' that.
For a' that, and a' that
His ribbon, star and a' that
the man o' independence mind
He looks and laughs at a' that.

A king can make a belted knight
A marquis, duke and a' that
But an honest man's aboon his micht
Gude faith, he maunna fa' all that
For a' that, and a' that
Their dignities and a' that
The pith o' sense and pride o' worth
Are higher ranks than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may
As come it will for a' that
That sense and worth o'er a' the earth
May bear the gree and a' that
For a' that, and a' that
It's coming yet, for a' that
When man to man the world o'er
Shall brithers be for a' that.

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Ye Banks and Braes

2007-11-19T11:43:00.001-08:00

Ye Banks and Braes

Ye banks and braes o' Bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chant ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling birds,
That wanton through the flow'ry thorn,
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

Aft hae I rov'd by Bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine:
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree!
And my fause luver staw my rose,
But ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

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Wild Mountain Thyme

2007-11-19T11:42:00.001-08:00

Wild Mountain Thyme

Oh, the summertime is coming
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Chorus:
And we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme.
All around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?

I will build my love a tower
Near yon pure crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain,
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Chorus

If my true love she were gone,
I would surely find another,
Where wild mountain thyme
Grows around the blooming heather,
Will ye go, lassie, go?

Chorus

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Westering Home

2007-11-19T11:41:00.000-08:00

Westering Home

Chorus:
And it's westering home, and a song in the air,
Light in the eye, and it's goodbye to care.
Laughter o' love, and a welcoming there,
Isle of my heart, my own one.

Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay,
Speak o' the riches and joys o' Cathay:
Eh, but it's grand to be wakin' ilk day
To find yourself nearer to Isla,

Chorus

Where are the folk like the folk o' the west?
Canty and couthy and kindly, the best;
There I would hie me, and there I would rest
At hame wi' my am folk in Isla.

Chorus

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Uist Tramping Song

2007-11-19T11:40:00.000-08:00

Uist Tramping Song

Chorus:
Come along, come along,
Let us foot it out together,
Come along, come along,
Be it fair or stormy weather,
With the hills of home before us,
And the purple of the heather,
Let us sing in happy chorus,
Come along, come along.

O gaily sings the lark,
And the sky's all awake,
With the promise of the day
For the road we gladly take;
So it's heel and toe and forward,
Bidding farewell to the town,
For the welcome that awaits us
Ere the sun goes down.

Chorus

It's the call of sea and shore
It's the tang of bog and peat,
And the scent of brier and myrtle
That puts magic in our feet;
So it's on we go rejoicing,
Over bracken, over stile,
And it's soon we will be tramping
Out the last long mile.

Chorus

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The Road to the Isles

2007-11-19T11:38:00.002-08:00

The Road to the Isles

A far croonin' is pullin' me away
As take I wi' my cromak to the road.
The far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.

Chorus:
Sure, by Tummel and Loch Rannoch
And Lochaber I will go,
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles;
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart
Braggart's in my step,
You've never smelt the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh, the far Coolins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my cromak to the Isles.

It's by 'Sheil water the track is to the west,
By Aillort and by Morar to the sea,
The cool cresses I am thinkin' o' for pluck,
And bracken for a wink on Mother's knee.

It's the blue Islands are pullin' me away,
Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame,
The blue Islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.

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The Road to Dundee

2007-11-19T11:38:00.001-08:00

The Road to Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea,
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Says I 'My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye,
The road and the distance I canna' weel gie,
But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I'll show you the road and the miles to Dundee.'

At once she consented, and gave me her arm,
Ne'er a word I did speir wha the lassie might be:
She appeared like an angel in feature and form,
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.

At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
And the spires o' the toon in full view we could see;
She said, 'Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showing me so far on the road to Dundee.

This ring and this purse take to prove I am grateful,
And some simple token I trust ye'11 gie me,
And in times to come I'll remember the laddie
That showed me the road and the miles to Dundee.'

I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom,
And said, 'Keep ye this in remembrance o' me',
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
Ere I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.

So here's to the lassie—I ne'er can forget her—
And ilka young laddie that's listening tae me;
And never be sweer to convoy a young lassie,
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

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Scots Wha Hae

2007-11-19T11:36:00.000-08:00

Scots Wha Hae

Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce has often led,
Welcome to your gorie bed,
Or to Victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Edward's pow'r
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or Freeman fa',
Let him on wi, me!

By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us do or die!

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Scotland the Brave

2007-11-19T11:35:00.000-08:00

Scotland the Brave

Hark when the night is falling
Hear! the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping.
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

Chorus:

Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour.
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave.

High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maidens' eyes.

Chorus

Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.

Chorus

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My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

2007-11-19T11:33:00.000-08:00

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

O my love is like a red red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O my love is like a melodic
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass.
So deep in love am I.
And I will love thee still, my dear.
Till a the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only love!
And fare-thee-weel a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.

Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile, my love,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.

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The Auld Hoose

2007-07-14T15:57:00.000-07:00

Oh! the auld hoose, the auld hoose,
What tho' the rooms were wee,
Oh, kind hearts were dwelling there,
And bairnies fu' o' glee.
And wild rose and the jessamine
Still hang upon the wa'
Hoo mony cherished memories
Do they sweet flow'rs reca'.

Oh, the auld laird, the auld laird,
Sae canty, kind and crouse:
How mony did he welcome
To his ain wee dear auld hoose.
And the leddy too, sae genty,
There shelterd Scotland's heir,
And clipt a lock wi' her ain hand
Frae his lang yellow hair

The mavis still doth sweetly sing,
The blue bells sweetly blaw;
The bonnie Barn's clear windin' still,
But the auld hoose is awa'.
The auld hoose, the auld hoose,
Deserted tho' ye be,
There ne'er can be a new hoose
Will seem sae fair to me.

Still flourishin' the auld pear tree.
The bairnies liked to see;
And oh! how aften did they spier
When ripe they a' wad be.
The voices sweet, the wee bit feet,
Aye rinnin' here and there;
The merry shout — oh! whiles we greet
To think we'll hear nae mair!

For they are a' wide scatter'd now.
Some to the Indies gane;
And ane alas! to her lang hame,
Not here we'll meet again.
The kirk yard, the kirk yard,
Wi' flowr's o' every hue;
Shelter'd by the holly's shade,
And the dark sombre yew.

The settin' sun, the settin' sun,
How glorious it gaed doun;
The cloudy splendour raised our hearts
To cloudless skies aboon.
The auld dial, the auld dial,
It tauld how time did pass;
The wintry winds hae dang it doun,
Now hid 'mang weeds and grass.

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Skye Boat Song

2007-07-14T15:56:00.000-07:00

Chorus:
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing.
Onward, the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar.
Thunderclaps rend the air,
Baffled, our foes stand by the shore,
Follow they will not dare.

Chorus

Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.

Chorus

Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field.

Chorus

Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet, ere the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.

Chorus

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Loch Lomond

2007-07-14T15:55:00.002-07:00

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.

Chorus:

O ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak' the low road
An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye:
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o Loch Lomond.

We'll meet where we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue the Hieland hills we view,
And the moon looks out frae the gloamin.

Chorus

O brave Charlie Stuart! dear to the true heart.
Wha could refuse thee protection
Like the weeping birch on the wild hillside,
How graceful he looked in dejection!

Chorus

The wild birdies sing and the wild flowers spring.
An' in sunshine the waters are sleepin;
But the broken heart it kens, nae second spring,
Tho' the waefu' may cease frae their greetin'!

Chorus

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Granny's Hielan' Hame

2007-07-14T15:55:00.001-07:00

Chorus:
Where the heather bells are blooming
Just outside Granny's door.
Where as laddies there we played in
The days of long ago.
Neath the shadow of Ben Bhragie and
Golspie's loudly stane,
How I wished that I could see my
Granny's Hielan' hame.

Away in the Hielands
There stands a wee hoose
And it stands on the breast of the brae.
Where we played as laddies
Sae long long ago,
And it seems it was just yesterday.

Chorus

I can still see old Granny,
A smile on her face,
As sweet as the heather dew,
When she kissed me good-bye,
Wi' a tear in her eye,
And said 'Laddie may God bless you'.

Chorus

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Bonnie Strathyre

2007-07-14T15:54:00.001-07:00

There's meadows in Lanark and mountains in Skye.
And pastures in Hielands and Lowlands forbye:
But there's nae greater luck that the heart could desire
Than to herd the fine cattle in Bonnie Strathyre.
O, it's up in the morn and awa' to the hill,
When the lang simmer days are sae warm and sae still
Till the peak o' Ben Voirlich is girdled wi' fire,
And the evenin' fa's gently on bonnie Strathyre.

Then there's mirth in the sheiling and love in my breast,
When the sun is gane doun and the kye are at rest:
For there's mony a prince wad be proud to aspire
To my winsome wee Maggie, the pride o Strathyre.
Her lips are like rowans in ripe simmer seen.
And mild as the starlight the glint o' her e'en:
Far sweeter her breath than the scent o' the briar,
And her voice is sweet music in bonnie Strathyre.

Set Flora by Colin, and Maggie by me,
And we'll dance to the pipes swellin' loudly and free,
Till the moon in the heavens climbing higher and higher
Bids us sleep on fresh brackens in bonnie Strathyre.
Though some in the touns o' the Lawlands seek fame
And some will gang sodgerin' far from their hame;
Yet I'll aye herd my cattle, and bigg my ain byre.
And love my ain Maggie in bonnie Strathyre.

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Annie Laurie

2007-07-14T15:53:00.000-07:00

Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.

Her brow is like the snawdrift,
Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest,
That e'er the sun shone on:
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e'e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doun and dee.

Like dew on the gowan lying,
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet:
And like winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet:
Her voice is low and sweet,
She's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doun and dee.

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Amazing Grace

2007-07-14T15:52:00.000-07:00

Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now I'm found
Was blind but now I see.

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares.
We have already come.
Twas grace that brought us safe thus far
And grace will lead us home.

When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing Gods praise
Than when we first begun.

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Ae Fond Kiss

2007-07-14T15:45:00.000-07:00

Ae fond kiss and then we sever
Ae fareweel, alas for ever,
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted.
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her:
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted.
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee.
Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee.

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