| 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 |
| Bonny Portmore |
| Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand, And the more I think on you the more I think long, If I had you now as I had once before, All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore. Oh Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see, Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree, For it stood on your shore for many's the long day, Till the long boats of Antrim came to float it away. All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep, Sighing, "Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?" For the oak and the ash they are all cutten down, And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground. Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand, And the more I think on you the more I think long, If I had you now as I had once before, All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore. |
| 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. |
