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Posted By: Susanne (skw)
03-Oct-00 - 05:03 PM
Thread Name: Scottish Emigrant Songs
Subject: Lyr Add: THE ROVIN' DIES HARD (Brian McNeill)^^
Here it is:
THE ROVIN' DIES HARD (Brian McNeill)
My name's John Mackenzie, I'm a master-at-arms I've carried my sword and my shield on my shoulder I've fought every fight from the Don to the Danube None braver, none better, none bolder I've stood with Montrose and against him I've battled with Swedes and with Danes I've carried the standard of many an army
Through many a bloody campaign But now as I sit in the firelight it seems There's a distant horizon to the sword buckle's gleam Till a pull at the wine brings an old soldier's dreams from afar For the rovin' dies hard
I'm Calum McLean, I'm a trapper to trade And it's forty long years since I saw Tobermory Through Canada's forests I've carried my blade And the pine trees could tell you my story And my wandering days now are over But I'm thankful to still be alive For there's many a kinsman who died in the hulks At the end of the bold forty-five I've an Indian lass and I'll never deceive her Though there's nights when I'll up with my gun and I'll leave her For the land where the bear and the fox and the beaver are lord For the rovin' dies hard
My name's Robert Johnston, I'm a man of the cloth I'll carry my Bible as long as I'm breathing I've preached the Lord's Gospel from Shanghai to Glasgow Where'er He saw fit to make heathen But now the Kirk's calling me homeward It's the manse and the elders for me But the sins of the Session will not be so far From the sins of the South China Sea Perhaps it's the voice of the Devil I've heard It speaks of clipper ships flying like birds Till a man's only comfort is Scripture and the word of the Lord For the rovin' dies hard
My name's Willie Campbell, I'm a ship's engineer I know every berth between Lisbon and Largo I've sweated more diesel in thirty-five years Than a big tanker takes for a cargo The good times were always a plenty When the whisky and the women were wild And there's many a bairn wi' the red locks o' the Campbells Who's ne'er seen the coast of Argyll But now as the freighters unload on the quay The sound of their engines is calling to me And they sing me a song of the sun and the sea and the stars For the rovin' dies hard
I've tuned up my fiddle, I've rosined my bow And I've sung of the clans and the clear crystal fountains I could tell you the road and the miles from Dundee To the back of Alaska's wild mountains When my wandering days are over And the next of the rovers has come He'll take all the songs, he'll sing them again To the beat of a different drum If ever I'm asked why the Scots are beguiled I'll lift up my glass in a health, and I'll smile And I'll tell them, Fortune dealt Scotland the wildest of cards For the rovin' dies hard