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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Scots' Music |
| A Maidens' Song |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
A lass stood on a distant shore Back bent, body frozen to the core. Darkened eyes that showed no age A fierce wind blew, a tempest raged. Long years of men knew this lassie well Their ways and wiles she could easy tell, For great in age and living was she Knew the stars, depths of the sea Against destruction the maiden toiled Refusing her life be further spoiled Buckled and weary in the fearsome blast With strength of will she clung on fast Firm and strong bent with each gust To endure this trial she knew she must Strenuous heaving wracked in pain All alone she withstood wind and rain. Long the storm cursed and wailed Elements screamed with snow and hail To hasten her death was the task so foul With malice intent did they cry and howl. The lass resisted the harsh attack Power and courage she did not lack In anguish twisted her back the more As battle raged on this distant shore Thus slowly and painfully winter passed With merest hope it would not last And from this torment and hate be free To sit beneath dappled shade of tree As last shred of hope or faith had gone A light from a far horizon shone Her reedy frame distorted to the end Desperate that this hurt should mend The days grew warmer and brighter still Heart warming light bathed her until The gale was halted by this hue And vitality surged in her veins anew At last the height of summer came But her heart was blackened by the stain For although across the earth was peace This was but a brief release. |