| 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 |
| Coast Of Malabar |
| 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. |
Far away across the ocean, underneath an Indian star Dwells a dusky little (dark eyed lovely) maiden on the coast of Malabar In the harbour, where we anchored, I can see her shy and sweet With a bunch of wine-red roses and the wild waves at her feet Chorus: Fare thee well, my little dark eyed queen fare thee well, my Indian star In my heart you'll live forever on the coast of Malabar Many a happy night I spent with her, 'neath the palm trees green and tall Many a happy night I danced with her down in yonder city hall She would raise her misty little face and gaze across the bay She would whisper "If you love me, why do you sail away?" Come to me, I hear her calling across the ocean wild and far Come to me again and love me on the coast of Malabar And my thoughts keep ever turning to that far-off distant shore And to that dark eyed girl who loved me, but I'll see her never more |