| 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 Wexford |
| 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. |
In comes the captain's daughter, the captain of the Yeos, Saying; ""Brave United Irish men, We'll ne'er again be foes. A thousand pounds I'll bring, If you will fly from home with me, And dress myself in man's attire, and fight for liberty."" cho: We are the boys of Wexford, who fought with heart and hand, To burst in twain the galling chain, and free our native land. "I want no gold, my maiden fair, to fly from home with thee; Your shining eyes will be my prize - more dear than gold to me. I want no gold to nerve my arm, to do a true man's part, To free my native land I'd gladly give the red drops of my heart." And when we left our cabins, boys, we left with right good will, To see our friends and neighbours that were at Vinegar Hill! A young man from our Irish ranks, a cannon he let go; He slapt it into Lord Mountjoy - a tyrant he laid low! We bravely fought and conquered at Ross and Wexford town; Three Bullet Gate for years to come will speak for our renown; Through Walpole's horse and Walpole's foot on Tubberneering's day, Depending on the long, bright pike, we cut our gory way. And Oulart's name shall be their shame, who still we ne'er did fear, For every man could do his part like Forth and Shelmalier! And if for want of leaders, we lost at Vinegar Hill, We're ready for another fight, and love our country still! |