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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