| 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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| 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. |




I was born here in Ireland But a foreign land called me away Now I've come back to see my hometown And my friends of yesterday Gone are the old folks friendly faces And the friends I used to know So many things have changed in Ireland Since I left it long ago Trees are planted on the farmland That we used to till and sow Strangers sit around the fireside Strangers names are on the door Other people sing the new songs Songs of which I do not know I remember Mama sang the old songs Back in Ireland long ago Lead-break When I die please take me back to Ireland Where I'm free from worry and from care And lay me down by Mom and Daddy And let me sleep forever there And when it's springtime in the mountains And the purple heather glows I'll be happy here in Ireland As in the days of long ago Rpt. last verse |