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| Scots' Music |
| An Ataireachd Ard |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| An Ataireachd Ard The Sea’s Lofty Roar An ataireachd bhuan, Cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd àird: Tha torran a’ chuain Mar chualas leams’ e nam phàist’ – Gun mhùthadh, gun truas, A’ sluaisreadh gaineamh na tràgh’d; An ataireachd bhuan, Cluinn fuaim na h-ataireachd àird. Gach làd le a stuadh, Cho luaisgeach, faramach, bàn, Na chabhaig gu cruaidh, ’S e gruamach, dosrach gun sgàth; Ach strìochdaidh a luaths Aig bruaich na h-uidhe bh’ aig càch, Mar chaochail an sluagh Bha uair sa bhaile sa tàmh. Sna coilltean a siar Chan iarrainn fuireach gu bràth – Bha m’ inntinn ’s mo mhiann A-riamh air lagan a’ bhàigh, Ach iadsan bha fial An gnìomh, an caidreabh ’s an àgh Air sgapadh gun dìon, Mar thriallas ealtainn ro nàmh. Seileach is luachair, Cluaran, muran is stàrr Air tachdadh nam fuaran ’N d’ fhuair mi iomadh deoch-phàit’; Na tobhtaichean fuar Le buathallan ’s cuiseag gum bàrr ’S an deanntagach ruadh Fàs suas sa chagailt bha blàth. |