| 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 |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| |
 |
| Scots' Music |
| A' The Airts |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| O' a' the airts the winds can blaw I dearly lo'e the west It's there a bonnie lassie lives, the lass that I lo'e best Where wildwoods grow and rivers row and mony's the hill between Baith day and night my fancie's flight is ever wi' ma Jean I see her in the dewy floo'ers sae fragrant, fresh and fair I hear her voice in every bird wha's music charms the air There's not a bonnie floo'er that springs by fountain, shaw or stream Nor yet a bonnie bird that sings but minds me o' ma Jean Sae blaw ye westlin' winds, blaw saft amang thy leafy glens Your gentle gale ower muir and dale blaw tae that place ye ken And bring the lass there back tae me that's aye sae fresh and clean There's nane I'll style aboon her, she's my ain, my bonnie Jean What sighs and vows amang yon knowes hae passed atween us twa Sae feign tae meet, sae wae tae pairt ere she should gang awa' The powers aboon can only know tae whom ma hairt's been gi'en There's nane I'll tak' afore her, she's my ain, my bonnie Jean Repeat 1 |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
