| 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 |
| Alasdair_Mhic_Cholla_Gh asda |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
As do la\imh-sa (ho/ ho\) dh'earbainn tapachd (ho/ ho\) From your arms, I'd expect valour Mharbhadh Tighearn' (ho/ ho\) ach nam Breac leat (trom eile + seist) Achinbreck's laird was killed by you (2nd couplet) Mharbhadh Tighearn' (ho/ ho\) ach nam Breac leat (ho/ ho\) Achinbreck's laird was killed by you Thiolaigeadh e (ho/ ho\) an oir an lochain (trom eile + seist) And was buried at the lochside Thiolaigeadh e, etc Ged 's beag mi fhin chuir mi ploc air Though small I may be, I cast a sod on him 'S chuir siod gruaim air Niall a' Chaisteal Which made Neil of the castle gloomy 'S dh'fha\g e lionndubh air a mhac-sa and left his son melancholy 'S bha Ni Lachlainn fhe/in ga bhasadh Lachlann's daughter herself was lamenting 'S bha Nic Dho\mhnaill 'n de/idh a creachadh and Donald's daughter her hands was wringing Cha b'iaonadh sin, b'fhiach a mac e Tis no wonder, her son was worth it Dronncair, po\iteir seo\lt' air marcraichd Copious drinker, clever horseman Ceanndard an airm an tu\s a' bhatail Army leader foremost in battle Sheinneadh piob leat mho/r air chnocan You'd play the great pipes on a hillock Dh'o\ladh fion leat dearg am portaibh You would drink red wine in houses Chuala mi'n de/ sgeul nach b'ait liom I heard today a tale amazing Glaschu bheag bhith 'na lasair That little Glasgow is a-blazing ' S Obair-eadhain an de/idh a chreachadh and Aberdeen has been plundered |