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Hazel Whyte
| The Black Douglas |
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| Scottish Songs and Celtic Ballads |
| The Black Douglas (word: George Weir. Music: Roy Williamson) There wis a man sae dark and true, Wha Scotland loo’ed sae dear The wis a king wha lang will rue, The Scots wha flayed him sair Gan cry the hounds o’ Douglasvale, Gan string the Ettrick bow Gan warn the spears o Liddiesdale, That Edward leads the foe He wore the cross oor Andrew wore, By the steps o calvary He won the sword oor Robert wore, By the fields o Balvennie Gan shear the chains o slavery, Gan dance my liegeman lee Gan ring the bell o liberty, Shod wae the metal free He won his spurs doon by St Bride, Upon the green sae free He held the leopard and the tide, By the field o Lintounie Gan shine the shield yer father bore, Gan strike the metal free Gan shine the helm yer father bore, By the field o Torwoodlee He rode yin nicht when it was mirk, Doon by the leopard’s lair He chased the tyrant in his shirt, Around the field sae fair Gan pack yer bags ye English loons, Gan tak yer banners hame Gan tak yer king wha sought oor croon, And lost the bloody game |
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