| 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. |
| Hazel Whyte |
| Scots' Music |
| I Once Loved A Lass |
| I once love a lass and I loved her so weel I hated all others who spoke of her ill But now she’s rewarded me well for my love For she’s gaun to be wed to another. I saw my love to the church go With bridegroom and brides maidens she made afine show And I followed on with my heart fu’ o’ woe She was gaun tae be wed tae another I saw my love sit doon tae dine As I sat doon beside her I poured oot the wine I drank to the lassie that should o’ been mine Even though she’d been wed tae another. The men o’ the forest they askit o’ me How many strawberries grow in the salt sea I answered them a’ wi’ a tear in my ee How many ships sail in the forest? Dig me a grave and dig it sae deep And cover me over my head to my feet And I will lie doon and tak a lang sleep And maybe in time I’ll forget her |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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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