| 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 |
| Celtic Symphony |
| 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. |
It was far across the sea, when the devil got a hold of me He wouldn't set me free, so he kept me soul for ransom na na na na na... I'm a sailor man from Glasgow town, I've sailed this world around and round He's the meanest thing that I have found In all me days of wandering na na na na na... Here we go again, we're on the road again. We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise. We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts! Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic, Graffiti on the wall... It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA. we went thru each jungle deep for the paradise that we did seek twas no trip for the weak we're waltzing with the natives. Around in circles every way, He turned to me and he did say, "I think you're leading me astray, I want your soul, me boyo!" na na na na na... Here we go again, we're on the road again. We're on the road again, we're on the way to paradise. We love the jungle deep, that's where the lion sleeps For then those evil eyes, they have no place in paradise. Graffiti on the walls, just as the sun was going down I see graffiti on the walls - for the Celts! for the Celts! Graffiti on the walls says we're magic, we're magic, Graffiti on the wall... It says oh ah up the 'RA, say ooh ah up the 'RA. |