| 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 |
| Boy From Tamlaghtduff |
| 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. |
| As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn 'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone' How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes For many years his exploits were a thorn in Englands side The hills and glens became his home there he used to hide Once when they surrounded him he quietly slipped away Like a fox he went to ground and kept the dogs at bay Moving round the countryside he often made the news But they could never lay their hands on my brave Francis Hughes Finally they wounded him and captured him at last From the countryside he loved they took him to Belfast Oh from Musgrave Park to the Crumlin Road and then to an H-Block cell He went straight on the blanket then on hungerstrike as well His will to win they could never break no matter what they tried He fought them every day he lived and he fought them as he died As I walked through the Glenshane Pass I heard a young girl mourn 'The boy form Tamlaghtduff 'she cried 'is two years dead and gone' How my heart is torn apart this young man to lose Oh I'll never see the likes again of my young Francis Hughes |