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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
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| Irish' Music |
| Barry's Column |
| 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. |
From East to West, from North to South, They tried to hunt the column out But the tans were forced to go without The boys of Barry's Column In armoured cars they came to stay, And wipe the Irish cowards away But oh, the lovely holiday Was stopped by Barry's Column (chorus) Oh but isn't great to see The Tommies and the R.I.C The black and tans and the Staters flee Away from Barry's Column By, George might have some wiley tricks And have the volunteers to fix Yet all his black and tans go sick When they think of Barry's Column His ships all come in red and black, No tanks or war equipment lack Yet o'er the sea, they'll ne'er get back If caught by Barry's Column [Chorus repeat] Along the lonely road they wind Armed in front, and armed behind "We're sorry, but that bridge is mine" Said the lads of Barry's Column They stopped to rest just for a spell Some hand-grenades upon them fell "Here sort them out among yourselves" Said the lads from Barry's Column [Chorus repeat] |