| 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 |
| Burke's Dream |
| 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. |
Sadly but slowly one night in November I laid down my weary head for to repose On my pillow of straw which I long shall remember I been weary for sleep, I fell into a doze. I been tired from working hard down in the foreign prison yard Night brought relief to my sad heart's should free I've been locked in my prison cell, surely an earthly hell I then fell asleep and commenced for to dream I dreamed I was sitting on a green hill of Erin With no hesitating and victory won, Surrounded by comrades, no enemies fearing, But then was the cry, "Every man to his gun" It's on came the section then; dread not, ye Fenian men; Soon they fell back from their pike's volunteers I dreamed that I saw our brave noble commander Was mounted on steed and his guard did surrear He was brave-trimmed with gold and his bright shining chevrons want 'Twas all dint with sunbeams of freedom that day Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through Men on both sides lay dying and dead The green flag went waving high that day beneath the battle sky Everyone there did sing out gloriously Every man, boy was on oath bound to die that day or stand their ground And all from our vengeance the proud Briton fled. Slam bang, the cannons slew, lines they were all cut through Men on both sides lay dying and lay dead Jump out of your prison bearth, for Irishmen have done their work God he is with us and old Erin is free. I dreamed I was sleeping the night beams around me Whilst pitching their lights upon that bloody plain When friends that I once knew in soft sleep reposing Lay dead and in their gore. Shall I e'er see them again? With joy then I hastened back over the mountain track My mother she fainted and gave a loud scream Surely when I awoke just as the daylight broke And found I was in exile and all but a dream |