| 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 |
| Armagh Sniper |
| 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. |
| In South Armagh there was a man who had a long-range gun He said I'll show them Army boys there's nowhere they can run He was the South Armagh sniper He'd pick a spot and wait the whole day through Until a brit patrol came into view The Armagh sniper he never missed his mark He was lethal in the daytime and deadly in the dark If he gets you in his sights you'd better say your prayers So British troops go home or else beware Soon his reputation spread through Ulster like wildfire The list of British casualties just kept on getting higher It was the South Armagh sniper he made the British forces think again About wandering at night through Crossmaglen The Armagh sniper the brits were terrified They could never pin him down no matter how they tried If he gets you in his sights he'll make widows of your wives So brits go home while you still have your lives In London and in Dublin they pretend to speak of peace They say give us your weapons and we'll make this bloodshed cease But the south Armagh sniper he's heard their lies and double-talk before He won't be fooled or cheated anymore The Armagh sniper he hasn't gone away His rifles oiled and loaded he's just waiting for the day So if the British government should break their word well then The sniper will go back to work again I'm a-comin back boys |