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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
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| Scots' Music |
| A Gordon For Me |
| A simple brief thought on Scottish Independance. Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it? There are only so many slices to a pie, for one to have more, another must have less. Lastly - to those Scottish "Loyalists" - to whom are you loyal? Scots royalty died in the 1700's so it can be no Scots crown - And certainly not it appears to those who came before, that bled for Scotland and her freedom ! |
| 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. |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
| I'm Geordie MacKay of the H. L. I.* I'm fond of the lassies and a drappie forbye, One day when out walking I chanced to see, A bonnie wee lass wi' a glint in her ee' Says I to the lassie "Will you walk foe a while? I'll buy you a bonnet and we'll do it in style, My kilt is Mackenzie o' the H. L.I." She look'd at me shyly and said wi' a sigh. Chorus A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me, If ye're no a Gordon ye're no use to me. The Black Watch** are braw, the Seaforths** and a' But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'. 2. I courted that girl on the banks of the Dee, I made up my mind she was fashioned for me, Soon I was a' thinking how nice it would be If she would consent to get married to me. The day we were wed, the grass was so green, The sun was as bright as the light in her 'een, Now we've two bonnie lassies who sit on her knee, While she sings the song she once sang to me. Chorus |
