| 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 |
| Big Fellah |
| 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. |
Mo chara is mo lao thu! My friend and my calf Is aisling trí néallaibh A vision in dream Do deineadh aréir dom Was revealed to me last night IgCorcaigh go déanach In Cork, a late hour, Ar leaba im aonar In my solitary bed I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke Laughin' with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin' and blue But when we needed confidence we always turned to you And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn Hey, big fellah..........where the hell are you now When we need you the most Hey, big fellah..........c'mon Tabhair dom do lámh Give me your hand Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans You were there beside us, a towerin' mighty man And God help the informer or the hated English spy By Jaysus, Mick, you'd crucify them without the blinkin' of an eye Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin' dew Every widow, whore and orphan could always turn to you We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you 'Cause you came back with a country divided up in two We had to turn against you, Mick, there was nothin' we could do 'Cause we couldn't betray the republic like Arthur Griffith and you We fought against each other, two brothers steeped in blood But I never doubted that your heart was broken in the flood And though we had to shoot you down in golden Béal na Blath I always knew that Ireland lost her greatest son of all |