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Subject: Lyr Add 18 MORE SCOTTISH SONGS From: GUEST Date: 02 Nov 02 - 01:32 PM CALEDONIA
I don't know if you can see
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Now I'm sitting here before the fire Copyright 1982 Plant Life Music Ltd. Return to Intro DONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS
I just got in from the Isle of Skye
CHORUS: Let the winds blow high,
A lady took me to a ball
They'd like to wed me everyone
To wear the kilt is my delight,
Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw Return to Intro THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST
I've heard them liltin', at the ewe milkin,'
As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin',
At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin',
In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin'
Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border,
We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin', Return to Intro THESE ARE MY MOUNTAINS
For fame and for fortune I wandered the earth
For these are my mountains and this is my glen
The burn by the road sings at my going by
Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in Return to Intro BONNIE LASS OF FYFIE
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons
There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass
O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear
It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be
O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings
What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink
I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be
I'll drink nae more o your claret wine
The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount, boys, mount
'Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa
Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside Return to Intro I BELONG TO GLASGOW
I've been wi' a couple o' cronies,
CHORUS: I belong to Glasgow,
There's nothing in keeping your money, I belong to Glasgow, etc. Return to Intro YE JACOBITES BY NAME
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, give an ear!
What is right, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law?
What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
Then let your schemes alone, in the State, in the State! Return to Intro KILLIECRANKIE
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
An' ye had been whaur I hae been
I fought at land, I fought at sea
The bauld pitcur fell in a furr
Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie
It's nae shame; it's nae shame Return to Intro MAIRI'S WEDDING
CHORUS: Step me gaily, off we go
Over hillways up and down
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Cheeks as bright as rowans are Return to Intro SOUND THE PIBROCH
Sound the pibroch loud and high
CHORUS: Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
And see a small devoted band
Frae every hill and every glen
On dark Culloden's field of gore
No more we'll see such deeds again
The White Rose blossoms forth again (Note "tha tighin fodham" is pronounced HA CHEEN FOAM and means "it comes upon me" or "I have the wish.") Return to Intro ROAMIN IN THE GLOAMIN
I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travellin' far and wide,
CHORUS: Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde,
One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side.
Last nicht efter strollin' we got hame at half-past nine. Return to Intro MY LAST FAREWELL TO STIRLING
No lark in transport mounts the sky
CHORUS: Tho' far awa', my hairt's wi' you
Nae mair I'll meet you in the dark.
Nae mair I'll wander through the glen
There's one request before l go,
Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear.
Then fare ye weel, for I am bound Return to Intro MIST COVERED MOUNTAINS
CHORUS: Oh, roe, soon shall I see them,
There shall I visit the place of my birth.
There shall I gaze on the mountains again.
Hail to the mountains with summits of blue! Return to Intro MACPHERSON'S LAMENT
Fare thee weel, you dungeons dark and strong,
CHORUS: Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly,
Well the laird o' Grant, you highlan' Sa'nt
By a woman's treacherous hand
Some come here noo tae see me hang
Come ye loose the bands from off my hands
Little did my mother think
The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff, Return to Intro THE DARK ISLE
As mists of the evening creep over the hill
The old men will tell not a bird or a nest
But tho' they've not seen they'll tell what they know Return to Intro BATTLE O FALKIRK
Up and run awa', Hawley, up and run awa'
Hielan' Geordie's at your tail, wi' Drummond, Perth and a'
Ere ye saw the bonnets blue down frae the Torwood draw
I hae but just ae word to say and ye maun hear it a',
Nae man bedeen believed his e'en till your brave back he saw, Hawley,
The very frown o' Hielan' loon, it gart ye drop the jaw,
Up and scour awa', Hawley, up and scour awa'! Return to Intro FIELDS O BANNOCKBURN
'Twas on a bonnie simmer's day,
CHORUS: Sae loudly let the Pibroch wake
King Edward raised his standard high,
The English horse wi' deadly aim
Loud rose the war cry of McNeil,
McDonald's clan, how firm their pace-
The Fraser bold his brave clan led,
The ne'er behind brave Douglas came,
That day King Edward's heart did mourn, Return to Intro COULTER'S CANDY
Ally, bally, ally bally bee,
Ally, bally, ally, bally bee,
Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon
Little Annie's greetin' tae
Poor wee Jeannie's lookin' affa thin, |
Subject: Lyr Add: 36 SCOTTISH SONGS From: GUEST,Big John Date: 02 Nov 02 - 01:44 PM THE SKYE BOAT SONG
CHORUS: Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Burned are our homes, exile and death,
(The Skye Boat Song) THE AULD SCOTCH SANGS
o sing to me the auld Scotch sangs I' the braid Scottish tongue.
Sing ony o' the auld Scotch sangs, The blithesome or the sad,
Sing on, sing mair o' thae auld sangs, For ilka ane can tell
(The Auld Scotch Sangs) AMAZING GRACE
Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear and grace my fear relieved.
Through many dangers, toils and snares We have already come.
When we've been there ten thousand years Bright shining as the sun.
(Amazing Grace) ANNIE LAURIE
Maxwellton braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dew,
Her brow is like the snowdrift, Her throat is like a swan,
Like dew on th' gowan lying, Is the fa' o' her fairy feet,
(Annie Laurie) AE FOND KISS
Ae fond kiss and then we sever
I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy,
Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest,
(Ae Fond Kiss) THE AULD HOOSE
Oh! the auld hoose, the auld hoose, What tho' the rooms were wee,
Oh, the auld Laird, the auld Laird Sae canty, kind and crouse.
The mavis still doth sweetly sing, The bluebells sweetly blaw.
Still flourishing the auld pear tree The bairnies liked to see.
(The Auld Hoose) BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMON'
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Chorus:
O ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
'Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen, Chorus: O ye'll tak' the high road etc.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flow'rs spring, Chorns: O ye'll tak' the high road etc.
(Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomon') THE BONNIE LASS O 'BALLOCHMYLE
Fair is the morn in flow'ry May, A
Chorus
O had she been a country maid,
Chorus;
(Bonnie Lass o' Ballochmyle) BONNIE STRATHYRE
There's meadows in Lanark and mountains in Skye,
O' it's up in the morn and awa' to the hill,
Then there's mirth in the sheiling and love in my breast,
Her lips are like rowans in ripe simmer seen,
Set Flora by Colin, and Maggie by me,
Though some in the touns o' the Lowlands seek fame,
(Bonnie Strathyre) BONNIE WEE THING
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing wer't thou mine,
Wistfully, I look and languish, In that bonnie face of thine.
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing wer't thou mine.
Wit and grace and love and beauty In a constellation shine,
Wistfully I look and languish In that bonnie face of thine.
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wer't thou mine.
(Bonnie Wee Thing) GRANNY'S HIELAN ' HAME Chorus:
Where the heather bells are blooming just outside Granny's door,
Away in the Hielands There stands a wee hoose, Chorus: Where the heather bells etc.
I can still see old Granny, A smile on her face, Chorus: Where the heather bells etc.
(Granny's Hieian' Hame) MARY OF ARGYLL
I have heard the mavis singing, His love song to the morn,
Tho' thy voice may lose its sweetness, And thine eye its brightness too,
(Mary of Argyil) LOCHNAGAR
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,
Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you!
(Lochnagar) MY AIN FOLK
Far frae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk,
O' their absent ane they're telling The auld folk by the fire:
And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk,
(My Ain Folk) MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE
O my love is like a red red rose, That's newly sprung in June.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile, my love, Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile.
(My Love is Like a Red Red Rose) 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:
It's by Sheil water and track is to the west. Chorus: Sure, by Tummel etc.
It's the blue Islands are pullin' me away, Chorus.- Sure, by Tummel etc.
(The Road to the Isles) THE ROAD AND THE MILES TO DUNDEE
Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain
Says 1, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye
At once she consented and gave me her arm,
At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,
I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom -
So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her,
(The Road and the Miles to Dundee) SCOTLAND THE BRAVE
Hark when the night is falling Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Towering in gallant fame, Scotland my mountain hame,
High in the misty Highlands, Out by the purple islands, Towering in gallant fame etc.
Far off in sunlit places, Sad are the Scottish faces, Towering in gallant fame etc.
(Scotland the Brave) SCOTS WHA HAE
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots wham Bruce has often led,
Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave?
By oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! -
(Scots Wha Hae) UIST TRAMPING SONG
Come along, come along, Let us foot it out together,
O gaily sings the lark, And the sky's all awake Chorus: Come along, come along, etc.
It's the call of sea and shore, It's the tang of bog and peat, Chorus: Come along, come along, etc.
(Uist Tramping Song)
WESTERING HOME
Tell me o' lands o' the Orient gay, Chorus: And it's Westering home etc.
Where are the folk like the folk o' the west? Chorus: And it's Westering home etc. -
(Westering Home) THE END OF THE ROAD
Ev'ry road thro' life is a long, long road, Fill'd with joys and sorrows too,
Chorus:
With a big stout heart to a long steep hill, Chorus: Keep right on etc.
(The End of the Road) YE BANKS AND BRAES
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine; -
(Ye Banks and Braes) THE WILD MOUNTAIN THYME
O the summer time has come
And we'll all go together
I will build my love a tower
I will range through the wilds
If my true love she'll not come Will you go, lassie, go? WILL YE NO' COME BACK AGAIN?
Bonnie Chairlie's noo awa', Safely ower the friendly main.
Will ye no' come back again? Will ye no'come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hielan' men, They trusted you dear Chairlie.
We watched thee in the gloamin' hour, We watched thee in the mornin' grey.
Sweet the laverock' s note and lang, Liltin' wildly up the glen. BALLAD OF GLENCOE
Chorus
They came in a blizzard, we offered them heat
They came from Fort William with murder in mind
They came in the night when the men were asleep
Some died in their beds at the hand of the foe FLOWER 'O SCOTLAND
Oh Flower of Scotland,
And stood against him,
The hills are bare now,
That stood against him,
Those days are past now
That stood against him AULD LANG SYNE
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind?
Chorus: For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne,
And surely, ye'll be your pint stowp! And surely I'll be mine! Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
We twa hae mn about the braes And pou'd the gowans fine; Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
-We two hae paidled i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
And here's a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie's a hand o' thine; Chorus: For auld lang syne, etc.
(Auld Lang Syne) WEE DEOCH 'N DORIS
There's a good old Scottish custom that has stood the test o'time,
Just a wee deoch 'n doris, just a wee drop, that's all.
Now I like a man that is a man; a man that's straight and fair.
Just a wee deoch 'n doris, just a wee drop, that's all. Wee Deoch 'n Doris is Dedicated here to the memory of Douglas L. Wilson SCOTTISH SOLDIER
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
there was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He's seen the glory, he's told the story
But now he's sighing his heart is crying chorus
Because these green hills are not highland hills
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
sees leaves are falling, and death is calling
He called his piper, his trusty piper
upon a hillside but Scottish hillside
chorus
And now this soldier this Scottish soldier
now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
he's seen the glory, he's told the story
but he will cease now, he is at peace now
chorus repeat chorus RED RED ROSE
O my luve's like a red, red rose
As fair art thou , my bonnie lass,
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And fare-thee-weel, my only luve!
O my luve's like a red, red rose
This song was originally written by a Lieutenant Hinches as a farewell to THE BANKS O' DOON
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
Thou'll break my heart , thou warbling bird,
Oft hae I rov'd me bonnie Doon,
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose, |
Subject: Lyr Add: 20 SCOTTISH SONGS From: GUEST,Big John Date: 02 Nov 02 - 01:47 PM BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? Oh where, tell me where, is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone wi' streaming banners where noble deeds are done And it's oh, in my heart I wish him safe at home Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie dwell? Oh where, tell me where, did your Highland laddie dwell? He dwelt in Bonnie Scotland, where blooms the sweet blue bell And it's oh, in my heart I lo'ed my laddie well Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? Oh what, tell me what, does your Highland laddie wear? A bonnet with a lofty plume, and on his breast a plaid And it's oh, in my heart I lo'ed my Highland lad Oh what, tell me what, if your Highland laddie is slain? Oh what, tell me what, if your Highland laddie is slain? Oh no, true love will be his guard and bring him safe again For it's oh, my heart would break if my Highland lad were slain BONNIE DUNDEE Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke E'er the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke; Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me Come follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee. CHORUS: Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can Saddle my horses and call out my men And it's Ho! for the west port and let us gae free, And we'll follow 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 him be For the toon is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee." There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth, Be there lairds i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north! There are brave duniewassals, three thousand times three Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee. Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox! Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee Ye ha' no seen the last o' my bonnets and me. CALEDONIA I don't know if you can see The changes that have come over me In these last few days I've been afraid That I might drift away So I've been telling old stories, singing songs That make me think about where I came from And that's the reason why I seem So far away today Oh, but let me tell you that I love you That I think about you all the time Caledonia you're calling me And now I'm going home If I should become a stranger You know that it would make me more than sad Caledonia's been everything I've ever had Now I have moved and I've kept on moving Proved the points that I needed proving Lost the friends that I needed losing Found others on the way I have kissed the ladies and left them crying Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying I have traveled hard with coattails flying Somewhere in the wind CHORUS: Now I'm sitting here before the fire The empty room, the forest choir The flames that could not get any higher They've withered now they've gone But I'm steady thinking my way is clear And I know what I will do tomorrow When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow Then I will disappear Copyright 1982 Plant Life Music Ltd. DONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS I just got in from the Isle of Skye I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy the ladies shout as I go by-- Donald where's your trousers. CHORUS: Let the winds blow high, Let the winds blow low, down the street in my kilt I go -- And all the ladies say hello-- Donald where's your trousers A lady took me to a ball And it was slippery in the hall I was afraid that I would fall 'cause I didn't have on my trousers They'd like to wed me everyone Just let them catch me if they can -- You canna put the brakes on a highland man Who doesn't like wearing trousers. To wear the kilt is my delight, It isn't wrong, I know it's right. The highlanders would get afright If they saw me in trousers. Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw I had no handkerchief at all So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow, Now you can't do that with trousers. THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST I've heard them liltin', at the ewe milkin,' Lasses a-liltin' before dawn of day. Now there's a moanin', on ilka green loanin'. The flowers of the forest are a' wede away. As boughts in the mornin', nae blithe lads are scornin', Lasses are lonely and dowie and wae. Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighin' and sobbin', Ilk ane lifts her leglin, and hies her away. At e'en in the gloamin', nae swankies are roamin', 'Mang stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play. But ilk maid sits drearie, lamentin' her dearie, The flowers of the forest are a' wede away. In har'st at the shearin' nae youths now are jeerin' Bandsters are runkled, and lyart, or grey. At fair or at preachin', nae wooin', nae fleecin', The flowers of the forest are a' wede away. Dool for the order sent our lads to the Border, the English for ance by guile wan the day. The flowers of the forest, that fought aye the foremost, The prime of our land lie cauld in the clay. We'll hae nae mair liltin', at the ewe milkin', Women and bairns are dowie and wae. Sighin' and moanin' on ilka green loanin', The flowers of the forest are all wede away. THESE ARE MY MOUNTAINS For fame and for fortune I wandered the earth And now I've come back to the land of my birth I've brought back my treasures but only to find They're less than the pleasures I first left behind For these are my mountains and this is my glen The braes of my childhood will know me again No land's ever claimed me tho' far I did roam For these are my mountains and I'm going home (last) and I have come home The burn by the road sings at my going by The whaup averhead wings with welcoming cry The loch where the scart flies at last I can see It's here that my heart lies it's here I'll be free Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in And how they will greet me my ain kith and kin The night round the ingle old sangs will be sung At last I'll be hearing my ain mother tongue. BONNIE LASS OF FYFIE There once was a troop of Irish dragoons Come marching down thru Fyfie, O And the captain feel in love with a very bonnie lass And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterlass There's many a bonnie lass in Gairioch-o There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be And it's braw to be a captain's lady-o It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp And to ride when your captain he is ready-o O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings I'll give you a necklace of amber-o I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-o What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink And saw the haut-boys marching all before you o O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink If I followed a soldier laddie-o I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be A soldier shall never enjoy me-o I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land And I will never marry a soldier-o I'll drink nae more o your claret wine I'll drink nae more o your glasses-o Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-o The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount,boys, mount The captain, he cried, tarry-o O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa And O but the captain he was sorry-o The drums they did beat a merry brasselgeicht And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie, O Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass We had our captain to carry-o And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen We had our captain to bury-o Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O I BELONG TO GLASGOW I've been wi' a couple o' cronies, One or two pals o' my ain; We went in a hotel, and we did very well, And then we came out once again; Then we went into anither, And that is the reason I'm fu'; We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus, Just listen, I'll sing it to you: I belong to Glasgow, Dear old Glasgow town; But what's the matter wi' Glasgow, For it's goin' roun' and roun'! I'm only a common old working chap, As anyone here can see, But when I get a couple o' drinks on a Saturday, Glasgow belongs to me! There's nothing in keeping your money, And saving a shilling or two; If you've nothing to spend, then you've nothing to lend, Why that's all the better for you; There no harm in taking a drappie, It ends all your trouble and strife; It gives ye the feeling that when you get home, You don't give a hang for the wife! I belong to Glasgow, etc. YE JACOBITES BY NAME Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, give an ear! Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, Ye Jacobites by name, Your fautes I will proclaim, Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear! What is Right, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law? What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law? What is Right, and what is Wrang? A short sword and a lang, A weak arm and a strang, for to draw! What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar? What makes heroic strife famed afar? What makes heroic strife ? To whet th' assassin's knife, Or hunt a Parent's life, wi bluidy war! Then let your schemes alone, in the State, in the State! Then let your schemes alone, in the State! Then let your schemes alone, Adore the rising sun, And leave a man undone, to his fate! KILLIECRANKIE Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o? Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o? An' ye had been whaur I hae been Ye wadna been sae cantie-o An' ye had seen what I hae 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 The bauld pitcur fell in a furr And Clavers gat a crankie-o Or I had fed an Athol gled On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie I' the brush ayont the brankie-o? Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's loff Than come tae Killiecrankie-o It's nae shame, it's nae shame It's nae shame to shank ye-o There's sour slaes on Athol braes And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o MAIRI'S WEDDING CHORUS: Step me gaily, off we go Heel for heel and toe for toe, Arm in arm and off we go All for Mairi's wedding. Over hillways up and down Myrtle green and bracken brown, Past the sheiling through the town All for sake of Mairi. Plenty herring, plenty meal Plenty peat to fill her creel, Plenty bonny bairns as weel That's the toast for Mairi. Cheeks as bright as rowans are Brighter far than any star, Fairest o' them all by far Is my darlin' Mairi. SOUND THE PIBROCH Sound the pibroch loud and high From John O'Groats to the Isle of Skye! Let all the Clans their slogan cry And rise tae follow Charlie! CHORUS: Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham To rise and follow Charlie! And see a small devoted band By dark Loch Shiel have taen their stand And proudly vow wi' heart and hand To fight for Royal Charlie! Frae every hill and every glen Are gatherin' fast the loyal men They grasp their dirks and shout again "Hurrah! for Royal Charlie!" On dark Culloden's field of gore Hark! They shout "Claymore! Claymore!" They bravely fight what can they more? They die for Royal Charlie! No more we'll see such deeds again Deserted is each Highland glen And lonely cairns are o'er the men Who fought and died for Charlie! The White Rose blossoms forth again Deep in sheltered Highland glens And soon we'll hear the cry we ken Tae rise! And fight for Charlie! (note "tha tighin fodham" is pronounced HA CHEEN FOAM and means "it comes upon me" or "I have the wish." ROAMIN IN THE GLOAMIN I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travellin' far and wide, But my heart is centred noo on bonnie Kate McBride; And altho' I'm no a chap that throws a word away, I'm surprised mysel' at times at a' I've got to say-- CHORUS: Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde, Roamin' in the gloamin' wi' ma lassie by ma side, When the sun has gone to rest, that's the time that I like best, O, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'! One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side. I kissed her twice, and asked her once if she would be my bride; She was shy, and so was I, we were baith the same, But I got brave and braver on the journey comin' hame. Last nicht efter strollin' we got hame at half-past nine. Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine. When she promised I got up and danced the Hielan' Fling; I've just been to the jewellers and I've picked a nice wee ring. MY LAST FAREWELL TO STIRLING No lark in transport mounts the sky Nor leaves with early plaintive cry. But I maun bid my last goodbye My last farewell to Stirling, O. CHORUS: Tho' far awa', my hairt's wi' you Our youthful hours on wings they flew; But l will bid my last adieu. My last farewell to Stirling, O. Nae mair I'll meet you in the dark. Nor gang wi' you to the king's park. Nor raise the hare oot frae their flap When I gang far frae Stirling, O. Nae mair I'll wander through the glen Nor disturb the roost o' the pheasant hen Nor chase the rabbits to their den When I gang far frae Stirling, O. There's one request before l go, And that is to my comrades all: My dog and gun ye'll keep for me When I gang far frae Stirling, O. Noo fare ye weel, my Jeannie dear. For you I'll shed a bitter tear. But I hope you'll find some other, dear. When I am far frae Stirling, O. Then fare ye weel, for I am bound For twenty years to Van Dieman's Land. But speak of me and what I've done When I gang far frae Stirling, O. MIST COVERED MOUNTAINS CHORUS: Oh, roe, soon shall I see them, Oh, hee-roe, see them, oh see them. Oh, roe, soon shall I see them, The mist covered mountains of home! There shall I visit the place of my birth. They'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth. So loving and kind, full of music and mirth, The sweet sounding language of home. There shall I gaze on the mountains again. On the fields, and the hills, and the birds in the glen. With people of courage beyond human ken! In the haunts of the deer I will roam. Hail to the mountains with summits of blue! To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew. To the women and the men ever constant and true, Ever ready to welcome one home! MACPHERSONS LAMENT Fare thee weel, you dungeons dark and strong, Fareweel, fareweel to thee. Macpherson's rant will ne'er be lang, On yonder gallers tree. Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly, O rantonly gaed he, He played a tune an' he danced aroon, Below the gallers tree. Well the laird o' Grant, you highlan' Sa'nt That first laid hands on me, He plead the cause o' Peter Broon, He watched Macpherson dee. By a woman's treacherous hand That I was condemned to dee, High on a ledge of her window she stood, And a blanket she threw over me. Some come here noo tae see me hang And some to buy my fiddle, Before I'll pairt wi' thee, I'll brak' her through the middle. Come ye loose the bands from off my hands Bring tae me noo my sword, There's nae a man in a' Scotland That'll brave him at his word. Little did my mother think When first she cradled me, That I would turn a rovin' boy And die upon the gallers tree. The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff, To set Macpherson free, They pu' the clock a quarter fast, And they hanged him to the tree. THE DARK ISLE As mists of the evening creep over the hill And the sea round about her is silent and still Forbidden dark island so dreary and cold What mysterious tales can your black rocks unfold While fishermen row past your dark ocean shore And old wives are spinning and praying once more No falsehood to dread no malice you hold You are sworn to your secrets of stories untold The old men will tell not a bird or a nest At times not a seabird will stop there to rest But you lie there in mist and cold watery waves No harm is yet spoken no evil you show Tis sacred you stand to folks long ago No curses come from you or to you are shown Just a lonely dark island a mysterious throne But tho' they've not seen they'll tell what they know Of kings and of princes who died long ago Who rest in your coves and still to this day They are seen in your shadows and thru the sea spray So toast to yon mountains and summits of blue And here's to the glens and the meadows of dew It's not of these hills or valleys I dream But the lonely dark island the home of the kings BATTLE O FALKIRK Up and run awa', Hawley, up and run awa' The filabegs are comin' doon to gie your lugs a claw. Young Charlie's face at Dunipace has gi'ed your mou' a thraw, Hawley Blasting sight for bastard wight, the worst that e'er he saw! Hielan' Geordie's at your tail, wi' Drummond, Perth and a' (run awa') Ere ye saw the bonnets blue down frae the Torwood draw A wisp in need did ye bestead - perhaps you needed twa! General Hurst that battle busk that prime o' warriors a', Hawley, Whip and spur he thrust afar as fast as he could ga' I hae but just ae word to say and ye maun hear it a', We came to charge wi' sword and targe and nae to hunt ava', When we came down aboun the town and saw nae faes at a', We couldna half believe the truth that ye had left us a'! Nae man bedeen believed his e'en till your brave back he saw, Hawley, Bastard brat o' foreign cat had neither pluck nor paw, We didna ken, but ye were men wha fight for foreign law, Hey, fill your wame wi' brose at hame, it fits ye best of a'. The very frown o' Hielan' loon, it gart ye drop the jaw, Happ'd the face of a' disgrace and sickened Southron maw, The very gleam o' Hielan' flame it puts you in a thaw, Gae back and kiss your Daddy's miss, you're nane but cowards a'! Up and scour awa', Hawley, up and scour awa'! The Hielan' dirk is at your doup and that's the Hielan' law Hielan Geordie's at your tail, wi' Drummond, Perth and a' Had you but stayed wi' ladies maid, an hour and maybe twa, Your bacon bouk and bastard snout, ye might have saved them a'! FIELDS O BANNOCKBURN Twas on a bonnie simmer's day, me English came in grand array King Edward's orders to obey, Upon the Field of Bannockburn. CHORUS: Sae loudly let the Pibroch wake Each loyal Clan frae hill and lake, And boldly fight for Scotia's sake Upon the Field of Bannockburn. King Edward raised his standard high, Bruce shook his banners in reply - Each army shouts for victory Upon the Field of Bannockburn. The English horse wi' deadly aim Upon the Scottish army came; But hundrteds in our pits were slain Upon the Field of Bannockburn. Loud rose the war cry of McNeil, Who flew like tigers to the field And made the Sass'nach army feel There were dauntless hearts at Bannockburn. McDonald's clan, how firm their pace- Dark vengeance gleams in ev'ry face, Lang had they thirsted to embrace Their Sass'nach friends at Bannockburn. The Fraser bold his brave clan led, While wide their thistle banners spread- They boldly fell and boldly bled Upon the Field of Bannockburn. The ne'er behind brave Douglas came, And also with him Donald Graham, Their blood-red painted swords did stain The glorious Field of Bannockburn. That day King Edward's heart did mourn, With joy each Scottish heart did burn, In mem'ry now let us return Our thanks to Bruce at Bannockburn. COULTERS CANDY Ally, bally, ally bally bee, Sittin' on yer mammy's knee Greetin' for anither bawbee, Tae buy mair Coulter's candy. Ally. bally, ally, bally bee, When you grow up you'll go to sea, Makin' pennies for your daddy and me, Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy. Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon Here's auld Coulter comin' roon Wi' a basket on his croon Selling Coulter's Candy. Little Annie's greetin' tae Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae But gie them a penny atween them twae Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy. Poor wee Jeannie's lookin' affa thin, A rickle o' banes covered ower wi' skin, Noo she's gettin' a double chin Wi' sookin' Coulter's Candy. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottis Lyrics From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 02 Nov 02 - 02:32 PM I don't want to seem discouraging, but only three of all these songs are not already in the DT and/or Forum. The new ones are The Auld Scotch Sangs The Auld Hoose Granny's Hielan' Hame You don't say whose website you got all this material from. Whoever they are, they don't seem terribly conscientious about crediting the writers of many of these songs. I was puzzled by one of their comments: [Mary of Argyll] "Written by two Englishmen, this song is as Scottish as any." I wonder why they didn't name the two Englishmen concerned? (For the record, they were Charles Jefferys and Sidney Nelson, who also wrote The Rose of Allandale) It has to be said, of course, that the set of Mary of Argyll in the Forum is not properly attributed either. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottis Lyrics From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 02 Nov 02 - 02:43 PM Ah, found it. http://www.visitdunkeld.com/ |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottis Lyrics From: GUEST,Big John Date: 02 Nov 02 - 02:51 PM I downloaded the songs about a year ago. The site owner is Ken McGirr, his eMail address is kmcgirr@zenon.logos.cy.net. When I saved the songs I did not save the web site address. I have made several attempts to re-locate the web site witout success. The site contains the phrase "All original copyrights respected". |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottis Lyrics From: Jim McLean Date: 02 Nov 02 - 04:38 PM It is flattering to have one of my songs included in the above collection but for the record, the correct title is The Massacre of Glencoe and credits would have been welcome. Jim Mclean |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: GUEST,gonihuvtaerejoinesoon Mac Tattie Date: 03 Nov 02 - 07:52 AM Stop overdosing on the porrige pills, Big John, many of these songs are purile rubbish and are only to be heard fron tartan clad twats who usualy appear at shows that bore the tits off tourists. cheers |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: wysiwyg Date: 03 Nov 02 - 09:01 AM To say "All original copyrights respected" and then post them (where ever you found them) is an insult to the copyright hoilders. The way to respect copyright is not to infringe it. The phrase they used, as far as I know, has no legal meaning whatsoever. ~Susan |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 Nov 18 - 09:38 AM I have verified that lyrics to all of the above songs—not necessarily identical lyrics—have now been posted separately in other threads or in the Digital Tradition Database (DT)--which is a better place for them. If you want to discuss any of these songs, please do so in one of those threads, or start a new thread, if none exists. A MAN’S A MAN FOR A' THAT By Robert Burns – posted here A SCOTTISH SOLDIER (GREEN HILLS OF TYROL) By Andy Stewart – posted here A WEE DEOCH-AN-DORIS By Harry Lauder – posted here AE FOND KISS By Robert Burns – in DT here AMAZING GRACE By John Newton – posted here ANNIE LAURIE In the DT here AULD LANG SYNE By Robert Burns – posted here BALLAD OF GLENCOE / MASSACRE OF GLENCOE Posted here BATTLE OF FALKIRK MUIR Posted here BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND / OH, WHERE, TELL ME WHERE? By Mrs Anne Grant – posted here BONNIE BANKS O' LOCH LOMON' Posted here BONNIE DUNDEE Posted here BONNIE LASS OF FYFIE In the DT here BONNIE STRATHYRE Posted here BONNIE WEE THING By Robert Burns – posted here CALEDONIA By Dougie Maclean – posted here COULTER'S CANDY In DT here CULLODEN'S HARVEST By Alastair McDonald – posted here DONALD WHERE'S YOUR TROUSERS In the DT here. FIELDS O BANNOCKBURN By Macgregor Simpson – posted here FLOWER OF SCOTLAND Posted here GRANNY'S HIELAN' HAME / GRANNY’S HIGHLAND HAME by Sandy MacFarlane – posted here I BELONG TO GLASGOW Sung by Will Fyffe – posted here KEEP RIGHT ON TO THE END OF THE ROAD By Harry Lauder – posted here KILLIECRANKIE Posted here LEWIS BRIDAL SONG/MAIRI'S WEDDING By Hugh S. Roberton – posted here LOCHNAGAR / LACHIN Y GAIR / LOCH NA GARR By Lord Byron – posted here MACPHERSON'S LAMENT/RANT/FAREWELL Posted here MARY OF ARGYLL Posted here MIST COVERED MOUNTAINS Posted here MY AIN FOLK By Wilfrid Mills and Laura G. Lemon – posted here MY LAST FAREWELL TO STIRLING In the DT here MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED RED ROSE By Robert Burns – posted here ROAMIN IN THE GLOAMIN By Harry Lauder – posted here SCOTLAND THE BRAVE Posted here SCOTS WHA HAE Posted here SOUND THE PIBROCH by Mrs. Norman MacLeod Sr. and W J Bethancourt III – in the DT here THE AULD HOUSE By Lady Nairne – posted here THE AULD SCOTCH SANGS By Bethune & Leeson – posted here THE BONNIE LASS O' BALLOCHMYLE By Robert Burns – in the DT here THE DARK ISLE Posted here THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST Posted here THE ROAD AND THE MILES TO DUNDEE / THE ROAD TO DUNDEE Posted here THE ROAD TO THE ISLES Posted here THE SKYE BOAT SONG by Sir Harold Boulton, Bart. - posted here THE WILD MOUNTAIN THYME Posted here THESE ARE MY MOUNTAINS By Jimmy Copeland – in the DT here UIST TRAMPING SONG In DT here WESTERING HOME By Hugh S. Roberton – posted here WHA'LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE? In the DT here WI’ A HUNDRED PIPERS By Lady Nairne – posted here WILL YE NO COME BACK AGAIN? In the DT here YE BANKS AND BRAES O’ BONNIE DOON / BANKS O’ DOON By Robert Burns – posted here YE JACOBITES BY NAME From Robert Burns – posted here |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Keep Right On to the End of the Road From: Jim Dixon Date: 07 Nov 18 - 10:16 AM The huge list of Scottish lyrics that GUEST posted above seems to be the same list that was posted later the same day in a new thread called Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottis Lyrics. I have verified that lyrics to all of those songs—not necessarily identical lyrics—have now been posted separately in other threads or in the Digital Tradition Database (DT)--which is a better place for them. If you want to discuss any of those songs, please do so in one of those threads, or start a new thread, if none exists. See my message here for a complete list of these songs with links to other places you can find them. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: GUEST Date: 07 Nov 18 - 03:31 PM 16 years work! Well done, Jim. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: Joe Offer Date: 02 May 23 - 03:11 AM Here are more: http://www.rampantscotland.com/songs/blsongs_index.htm |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: Gallus Moll Date: 02 May 23 - 03:34 PM bit of a hotch potch....huvny had time to check them a' oot, but some are classic ballads and / or traditional songs, ithers music ha' or tourist-tartan.. and a'thing inatween?! OK, it can also be how you actually sing them, but ..... for folks no' au fait wi' Scots traditions, it might be confusing? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Add: OODLES of Scottish Lyrics From: GUEST Date: 03 May 23 - 03:57 AM What McTattie said |
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