| 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 |
| Boys Of Killybegs |
| 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. |
There are wild and rocky hills, on the coast of Donegal. And their fishermen are hardy brave and free. And the big atlantic swell, is a thing they know right well, As they fight to take a living from the sea. CHORUS:- With the pleasant rolling sea, and the herring running free, And the fleet all riding gently through the foam. When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town, When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home. Now you don your rubber boots, and you've got your oilskins on, And you check the gear to see that it's O.K. And your jumper keeps you warm, because its cold before the dawn, And your ready to begin another day. CHORUS Well your headed out to sea, and the wind is blowing free, And you cast your nets as rain bgins to fall. But the sun comes riding through, and the clouds will soon roll by, And tonight we'll maybe take a bumper haul. CHORUS Sure there's purple on the hill, but the stream's down by the shore, And the sun has cast its gold upon the sea. And there's silver down below, where the herring fishes go, When we catch them, there'll be gold for you and me. CHORUS:- With the pleasant rolling sea, and the herring running free, And the fleet all riding gently through the foam. When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town, When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home. When the boats are loaded down, there'll be singing in the town, When the boys of Killybegs come rolling home. |