| 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 |
| Come All Ye Tramps And Hawkers |
| 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. |
| 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. |
Oh come all ye tramps and hawkers lads ye gatherers oblaw That tramps the country round and round come listen one and all I'll tell to you a rovin' tale of sights that I have seen It's far into the snowy north and south by Gretna Green Oftimes I've laughed unto mysel' when trudgin' on the road My toerags round my blistered feet, my face as broon 's a toad Wi' lumps o' cake and tatties scones, wi' whangs o' braxie ham Nae gi'en a thocht tae whaur I've been an' less tae whaur I'm gan I've done my share o' humpin' wi' the dockers on the Clyde I've helpit Buckie trawlers haul their herrin's over the side I've helped tae build yon michty bridge that spns the busy Forth Wi' mony an Angus farmer, I've ploo'ed the bonnie earth I'm happy in the summer time beneath the bricht blue sky No thinkin' in the mornin' whaur at nicht I'm ga'e tae lie In barn or byre or anywhere, dossin' oot among the hay An' if the weather treats me right I'm happy I'm happy every day |