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| Scots' Music |
| Amazing Grace |
Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I'm found; Was blind, but now I see. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear And grace my fear relieved. How precious did that grace appear The hour I first believed. Through many dangers, toils and snares, We have already come. 'Twas grace that brought us safe thus far, And grace will lead us home. The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be As long as life endures. And when this heart and flesh shall fail And mortal life shall cease, I shall possess within the veil A life of health and peace. When we've been there ten thousand years, Bright shining as the sun. We've no less days to sing God's praise Than when we first begun. ++++++++++++++++++++++ O Miorbhail gràis! nach breagh'an ceòl; 'S e lorg mi 's mi air chall, Air seachdran dorch', gun neart, gun treòir, 'S a dh'fhosgail sùilean dall. 'S e gràs thug eòlas dhomh air in'fheum; 'S e gràs thug saors'is sìth; 'S cha cheannaicheadh òr a' chruinne-chè Chiad-là bha fios nam chrìdh'. Tro iomadh cunnart's trioblaid chruaidh Thug E gu sàbhailt mi. An gràs a shaor bhon bhàs le buaidh Chan fhàg's cha trèig gu sìor. San dachaigh bhuan gun uair gun tìm, 'S deich mìle bliadhn' mar là, Cha sguir an ceòl's chan fhàs iad sgìth A'seiinn a chaoidh mun ghràs. |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
Sung by John Newton