| 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 |
| Black Watch |
| 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. |
You've heard about the B-men the cruel RUC You've heard about the Black and Tans in bygone history But theres another regiment the devil calls his own Theyre known as the Black Watch commisioned by the throne Strolling down the Falls Road with riot guns and gas Terrorising women as they're coming out of mass A bunch of Scottish critters we never will forget Thank God we know the IRA sure arent beaten yet These soldiers come from Scotland a place you all know well From the hardest part of Glasgow the teddy boys do dwell They're given a British uniform they're given a British gun They joined a British regiment to have themselves some fun When I grow up and marry and have a little son Ill tell him of the regiment the terrible things they've done And when that he grows older becomes a man like me He'll become a volunteer and set old Ireland free |