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| Scots' Music |
| The Road To The Isles |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
1. A far croonin is pullin me away As I take I wi my cromak to the road The far Cuillins are puttin love on me As I step wi the sunlight for my load Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Locharber I will go By heather tracks wi heaven in their wiles If its thinkin in your inner heart swagger in my step You’ve never smelt the tangle O the Isles Oh the far Cuillins are puttin love on me As step I wi' my cromak to the isles . 2. Its by Shiel water the track is to the west By Aillort and by Morar to the sea The cool cresses I am thinkin o for pluck And bracken for a wink on Mothers knee Chorus 3. Its the Blue Islands are pullin me away Their laughter puts a leap upon the lame The Blue Islands from the Skerries to the Lews Wi heather honey taste upon each name Chorus The 'Cromack' is the shepherds crook or a walking stick! Original air - Malcolm Johnson of Barra. These lyrics - Kenneth MacLeod |
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