| 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 The Old Brigade |
| 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. |
Where are the lads that stood with me when histoy was made oh gran mo cree I long to see The boys of the old brigade Oh father why are you so sad on this bright easter morn when Irishmen are proud and glad of the land where they were born Oh son I see sad memories of far off distant days when being just a boy like you I joined the old brigade chor In the hills and farms the call to arms was heard by one and all and from the glens came brave young men to answer Irelands call twas long ago we faced the foe the old brigade and me by my side they fought and died that Ireland might be free break chorus and now my boy I've told you why on easter morn I sigh for I recall my comrades all from the dark old days gone by I think of men who fought in glens with rifles and grenade may heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the old brigade |