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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
| Scots' Music |
| I Am Going To The West |
| In this fair land, I’ll stay no more Here labor is in vain I’ll seek the mountains far away And leave the fertile plain Where waves of grass in oceans roll Into infinity I stand ready on the shore To cross the inland sea I am going to the West Chorus You say you will not go with me You turn your eyes away You say you will not follow me No matter what I say I am going to the West I am going to the West I will journey to the place That was shaped by heaven’s hand And I will build for me a bower Where angels’ footprints mark the land Where castle rocks in towers high Kneel to valleys wild and green All my thoughts are turned to you, My waking hope, my sleeping dream I am going to the West And when sun gives way to moon And silver starlight fills the sky In the arms of these last hills Is where I’m bound to lie Wind, my blanket, earth, my bed My canopy, a tree Willows by the river’s edge Will whisper me to sleep I am going to the West |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
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