| 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 |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| Irish' Music |
| All Around My Hat |
| 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. |
I had a true love, if ever a girl had one I had a true love, a brave lad was he One fine Easter morning, with his gallant comrades He started away for to set Ireland free. cho: All round my hat, I'll wear the tri-colored ribbon All 'round my hat I'll wear the green white and gold; And if anyone should ask me the reason that I'm wearing it It's for my true love (I never more shall see) or (in the I.R.A.) He whispered, "Goodbye, love, Old Ireland is calling High over Dublin the tricolour flies; In the streets of the city, the foeman is falling And wee birds are singing, "Old Ireland, arise!" His bandolier 'round him, his bright eyes a-shining His short service rifle, a beauty to see, There was joy in his eyes, though he left me behind him And started away for to set Ireland free. [My true love is a soldier, he's fighting for old Ireland His short service rifle is a wonder to see; And as the moon was declining, he left me repining His bright bayonet shining, to keep old Ireland free.] or: All around my hat I wear the tricolor ribbon All around my hat, until death comes to me And if anybody's asking why do I wear it It's all for my true love, I never more shall see. In prayer and in waiting, the dark days passed over The roar of the guns brought no messge to me I prayed for Old Ireland, I prayed for my true love That he might be safe and Old Ireland be free. The struggle is ended, they brought me the story The last whispered message he sent unto me, I was true to the land, love, I fought for her glory And gave up my life for to keep Old Ireland free. |