| 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 |
| Courtin In The Kitchen |
| 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. |
Come single belle and beau, unto me pay attention Don't ever fall in love, tis the devil's own invention For once I fell in love with a maiden so bewitchin' Miss Henrietta Bell down in Captain Kelly's kitchen Chorus: With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie With me too-rah-loo-rah-lay, me too-rah-loo-rah-laddie At the age of seventeen I was 'prenticed to a grocer Not far from Stephen's Green where Miss Henri used to go sir Her manners were so fine, she set me heart a twitchin' When she invited me to a hooley in the kitchen Sunday being the day we were to have the flare up I dressed meself quite gay and I frizzed an oiled me hair up The captain had no wife and he'd gone off a fishin' So we kicked up the highlife below the stairs in the kitchen With me arms around her waist, she slyly hinted marriage When to the door in haste came Captain Kelly's carriage Her looks told me full well and they were not bewitchin' That she wished I'd get to hell, or somewhere from the kitchen She flew up off my knees, full five feet up or higher And over head and heels threw me slap into the fire! My new Repealer's coat, that I bought from Mr. Stichen With a thirty-shilling note, went to blazes in the kitchen I grieved to see my duds, all besmeared with smoke and ashes When a tub of dirty suds right in my face she dashes As I lay on the floor still the water she kept pitchin' 'Till the footman broke the door, and marched down into the kitchen When the Captain came downstairs though he seen me situation Despite all me prayers I was marched off to the station For me they'd take no bail though to get home I was itchin' And I had to tell the tale how I came in to the kitchen I said she did invite me, but she gave a flat denial For assault she did indite me and I was sent for trial She swore I'd robbed her house in spite of all her screechin' And I got six months hard for me courtin' in the kitchen |
