| 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 |
| Aghadoe |
| 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. |
There's a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe There's a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe Where we met my love and I, love's fair planet in the sky In that deep and silent glen in Aghadoe There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe There's a deep and secret glade in Aghadoe Where I hid from the eyes of the redcoats and their spies That year the trouble came to Aghadoe But they tracked me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe When the price was on his head in Aghadoe O'er the mountain through the wood as I stole to him with food But the bullets found his heart in Aghadoe I walked from Mallow town to Aghadoe, Aghadoe I took his head from the jail gate to Aghadoe There I covered him with fern and I piled on him the cairn Like an Irish king he sleeps in Aghadoe |