| 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 |
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| Scots' Music |
| Love And Freedom |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| Singing, hey Donal', ho Donal' Dirrum a do a day As I come o'er Strathmartin Mains What do you think I seen A braw young piper laddie Come a-linking o'er the green He played a reel and he played a jig And he played a sweet strathspey He roosed ma hairt till its beats kept time Tae the tapping o' ma tae Well I've nae gown tae offer ye I hae but little gear But we'll hae love and freedom Gin you follow me, my dear There's gowd on the broom o' the Sidlaw Hills Honey ben the heather sweet There's a speckled trout in the purlin' tarn A velvet carpet neath oor feet Syne he blew up his chanter And sic a spring he plays So I chose love and freedom Tae wander a' the days |
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