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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
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| Hazel Whyte |
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| Scots' Music |
| Whisky In The Jar |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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. |
| As I was going over, The Kilmagenny mountains I met with Captain Farrell, And his money he was counting I first took out my pistol, and then took out my sabre Saying stand and deliver, For I am a bold deciever Chorus Mush a ring a doo rum a da, Whack fol the daddy o Whack fol the daddy o There's whiskey in the jar 2 I counted out his money, And it made a pretty penny I put it in my pocket, And I took it home to Jenny She sighed and she swore, That she never would betray me But the devil take the women, For they never can lie easy 3 I went into my chamber, for to take a slumber I dreamt of gold and jewels, And for sure it was no wonder But Jenny drew my charges, And filled them up with water And sent for Captain Farrell, and his Footmen for the slaughter 4 twas early in the morning, Before I rose to travel Up came a band of footmen, And likewise Captain Farrell I then produced my pistol, she'd stole away my sabre But I couldn't shoot the water, So a prisoner I was taken 5 And if anyone can aid me, Its my brother in the army If I can find his station, In Cork or Killarney And if he'll go wi' me, We'll go roving in Kilkenny Im sure he'll treat me better, Than my lovely sporting Jenny Alternative: Extra Verse- "Well they took me to jail with neither judge nor writin’ For robbin’ Captain Ferrel up on Kilgarry Mountain But they didn’t take me fists, so I knocked the jailer down And bade a fond farewell to that jail in Sligo town " |
