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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Irish' Music |
| Donnegal Danny |
| 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. |
I remember the night that he came in From the wintery cold and damp A giant of a man in an oilskin coat And a bundle that told he was a tramp He stood at the bar and he called for a pint And turned and gazed at the fire On a night like this to be safe and dry, is my hearts only desire So here's to those that are dead and gone The friends that I love dear And here's to you, and I'll bid you adieu Since Donegal Danny's been here me boys, Donegal Danny's been here Then in a voice that was hushed and low, said listen I'll tell you a tale How a man of the sea became a man of the roads And never more will set sail I've fished out of Howth and Killybegs, Ardglass and Baltimore But the cruel sea has beaten me and I'll end my days on the shore Chorus One fateful night in the wind and the rain We set sail from Killybegs town, There were five of us from sweet Donegal And one from County Down, We were fishermen who worked the sea And never counted the cost But I never thought 'ere that night was done That my fine friends would all be lost Chorus Then the storm it broke and drove the boat To the rocks about Ten miles from shore, As we fought the tide we hoped inside to see our homes once more Than we struck a rock and holed the bow And all of us knew that she'd go down So we jumped right into the icy sea And prayed to God we wouldn't drown But the raging sea was rising still, as we struck out for the land And she fought with all her cruelty, to claim that gallant band By St John's point in the early dawn I dragged myself on the shore And I cursed the sea for what she'd done And vowed to sail her never more Chorus Ever since that night, I've been on the road Travelling and trying to forget That awful night I lost all my friends, I see their faces yet And often at night when the sea is high And the the rain is tearing at me skin I hear the cries of drowning men floating on the wind |