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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Irish' Music |
| Devil And Bailiff McGlynn |
| 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. |
One fine sunny evening last summer I was straying along by the sea When a pair of quare playboys a-roving before me I happened to see Now to learn what these boy-os were up to A trifle I hastened me walk For I thought I could learn their profession When I got within range of their talk Now, one of these boys was the devil And the other was Bailiff McGlynn And the one was as black as the other And both were as ugly as sin Says the old boy, says he, "I'm the devil And you are a bailiff, I see" "Ah! 'tis the devil himself," cries the bailiff "Now that beats the devil," says he A gossoon ran out from a cottage and took him up over the fields "May the devil take you," said his mother As she rattled a stone at his heels "Ah now, why don't you take the young rascal your highness?" the bailiff he cried "It was not from her heart that she said it" the devil he smiling replied Close by a small patch of potatoes A banbh was striving to dig When the owner come out and she cried "May the devil take you for a pig!" Said the bailiff, "Now that's a fine offer Why not take the banbh?" says he "It was but with her lips that she said it And that's not sufficient for me" As they jogged on, the gossoon espyed them and into his mother he sped Crying, "Mother!" says he, "There's a bailiff!" She clasped her two hands and she said "May the devil take that ugly bailiff!" Said the old boy, "Bedad! That'll do It was straight from her heart that she said it So Bailiff McGlynn, I'll take you" |