| 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. |
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| Scots' Music |
| Caller Herrin' |
Chorus Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? They're bonnie fish and halesome farin'; Wha'll buy my caller herrin', New drawn frae the Forth? When ye were sleepin' on your pillows, Dream'd ye aught o' our puir fellows, Darkling as they fac'd the billows, A' to fill the woven willows? Buy my caller herrin', New drawn frae the Forth. Chorus Wha'll buy my caller herrin'? They're no brought here without brave darin'; Buy my caller herrin', Haul'd through wind and rain. Chorus WhaIl buy my caller herrin'? Oh, ye may ca' them vulgar farin' Wives and mithers, maist despairin', Ca' them lives o' men. Chorus When the creel o' herrin' passes, Ladies-clad in silks and laces, Gather in their braw pelisses, Cast their heads and screw their faces, Chorus Caller herrin's no got lightlie: Ye can trip the spring fu' tightlie; Spite o' tauntin', flauntin', flingin', Gow had set you a' a-singing Chorus Neebour wives, now tent my tellin'; When the bonnie fish ye're sellin', At ae word be in yere dealin' - Truth will stand when a' thin's failin', Chorus |
| Tab/Sheet Music As Available |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
