| 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 |
| Broad Black Brimmer |
| 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's a uniform still hanging in what's known as father's room A uniform so simple in its style It has no fancy braid of gold, no hat with feathered plume Yet me mother has preserved it all the while One day she made me try it on, a wish of mine for years In memory of your father Sean she said And when I put the sam brown on, she was smiling through hear tears As she placed the broad black brimmer on me head Chorus: It's just a broad black brimmer with ribbons frayed and torn from the careless whisk of many a mountain breeze An old trench coat that's so battle-stained and worn And breeches almost threadbare at the knees A sam brown belt with a buckle big and strong And a holster that's been empty many's a day But when men claim Ireland's freedom The one should choose to lead them Will wear the broad black brimmer of the IRA It was the uniform worn by me father year's ago When he reached me mother's homestead on the run It was the uniform he wore in that little church below When oul Father Mac, he blessed the pair as one And after truce and treaty and the parting of the ways He wore it when he marched out with the rest And when they bore his body down on that rugged heather braes They placed the broad black brimmer on his chest Chorus X 2 |