| 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 |
| Bread And Fishes |
| 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. |
| chorus As I went a walkin' one mornin' in spring I met with some travelers in an old country lane One was an old man, the second a maid And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said Chorus: We've the wind in the willows, and the birds in the sky We've a bright sun to warm us, where ever we lie We have bread and fishes and a jug of red wine To share on our journey with all of mankind I sat down beside them, the flowers all around And we ate on a mantle spread out on the ground They told me of prophets and princes and kings And they spoke of the one god who knows everything I asked them to tell me their name and their race So I might remember their kindness and grace "My name is Joseph, this is Mary my wife And this is our young son, our pride and delight" We travel the whole world, by land and by sea To tell all the people how they might be free Sadly, I left them, in an old country lane For I knew that I never would see them again One was an old man, the second a maid And the third was a young boy who smiled as he said: |