| One of the largest collections of Scottish Ballads & Scots Folk Songs, lyrics, celtic music and downloads available on the internet. |
| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Irish' Music |
| A Song Of The Loyal Irish |
| It was once said to me, and has been voiced by many - that the only difference between the Scots and the Irish is that the Scots stopped fighting. My response to my Irish friends is that we stopped fighting for good reason. After putting OUR king on THEIR throne, WE thought WE had won ! Sadly the Scots have now spent four centuries wondering what happened ?? Perhaps NOW is the time to peacefully right the wrongs of the past. |
| In the words of Burns, as he wrote from the heart. Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed, Or to victorie. Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power, Chains and slaverie. Wha would be a traitor-knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a Slave? Let him turn and flie: Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or free-man fa', Let him follow 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!!! Choose your destiny. |
Boys, O Boys! Listen here to me, We´re going to live in a State that´s Free, Good English citizens all we´ll be; And friends of the Princess Royal; If we only flop on our hands and knees And swear by George of the lands and seas To wipe the green from the Irish trees And for evermore be loyal. We´ll welcome George with a slavish smile We´ll greet him in real colonial style, Back out of his presence half a mile, Like English Whigs and Tories; We´ll damn the deeds of the true and brave Who are sleeping in many an Irish grave Bow down like beggars and humbly crave For a share in England´s glories. We´ll curse the name of the rebel Tone, And of every rebel our land has known And all who hated the English throne, And fought for the Irish Nation, We´ve torn up every oath and vow, We´re part of the civilised Empire now, And the annals of England will teach us how To make sure of our soul´s salvation! All hail the glorious Union Jack! (Though steeped in the blood of the white and the black) We´ll paste it to Ireland´s bended back To prove to the world she´s loyal; We´ll stifle her voice, we´ll drown her cries, We´ll blacken her face with loyal lies, Throw royal dust in her angry eyes And hooray for George the Royal! |