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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Scots' Music |
| Battle O' The Clans |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| Whit started the fued, wha wid ken, Lost in time and the affairs o' men Was it MacKay or Mackintosh steel, Cattle, sheep, land or meal. This blood ran bad for mony a year A hatred bathed the clans in fear, Until King Robert, third of the name, Said it should end in a bloody game. Thirty men of each name he'd see On the North Inch, by steel grey sea, In battle there tae settle it all, Honour tae them as didnae fall. On the braeside stood king and court, The Mackintosh were one man short, When a saddler joined them, carrying his brand For a half French dollar, placed into his hand Clans stood back, the die was cast From the kings herald, a single blast, The fight was on, 'twas blow on blow, Men bled and died, for his lordships' show. McKays they fought, the MacKays they fell A Mackintosh escort, to the Gates O' Hell As their lordships ate, joked and bet Green grass was red, bloodied and wet. Whit started the fued, wha wid ken, Lost in time and the affairs o' men Was it MacKay or Mackintosh steel, Cattle, sheep, land or meal. |