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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Scots' Music |
| Braes O' Gleniffer |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| Keen blaws the win' o'er the braes o' Glennifer The auld castle's turrets are covered wi' snaw How changed frae the time when I met wi' my lover Amang the brume bushes by Stanley green shaw The wild flowers o' simmer were spread a' sae bonnie The Mavis sang sweet frae the green birkin tree But far to the camp they ha'e marched my dear Johnnie And now it is winter wi' nature and me Then ilk thing aroun' us was blythsome and cheery Then ilk thing aroun' us was bonnie and braw Now naething is heard but the win' whistlin' dreary And naething is seen by the wide spreadin' snaw The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie 'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me Yon caul sleety could skiffs alang the bleak mountain And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae While doun the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie an' me 'Tis no' its loud roar, on the wintry win' swellin' 'Tis no' the caul' blast brings the tear to my e'e For, oh, gin I saw my bonnie Scots callan The dark days o' winter war simmer tae me |