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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Mountain Dew |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
Chorus A dee diddle aye dum,a dee diddle aye dum, a dee diddle aye diddle aye day, A dee diddle aye dum, a dee diddle aye dum, A dee diddle aye diddle aye day. verse 1 Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way, But give me enough of the fine old stuff, that's brewed down Galway bay. Come peelers all from Donegal,Sligo and Leitrum too, We'll gie them the slip and we'll take a sip, of the real old mountain dew. verse 2 At the foot of the hill there's a neat little still, where the smoke runs to the sky, By the smoke and the smell you can tell right well, there's poteen brewing close by, It fills the air with an odour rare, Betwixt both me and you, So take off your coat and hae a drop, o' the real old mountain dew. verse 3 Now learned men who use the pen have wrote their praises high, Of the sweet poteen from Ireland's green,that's made from wheat and rye, Throw away your pills, it cure's all ills, of pagan or christian too. We'll gie them the slip and we'll take a sip of the real old mountain dew |