| 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 |
| Who Shall Count For Thee |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| Rich in gold thou art, in thy hand is plenty Silver is thy store, and yet thy heart is empty Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure Rich in pride and fame, dearly has it cost thee Noted is thy name, and yet thy friends have lost thee Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure Rich in silks and fine coats of softest leather Yet can they the storm of friendless trouble weather Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure Rich in music sweet, strings and voice combining Yet bitter is thy tongue, by foes and friends aligning Who shall count for thee, and what shall be the measure What in time shall prove to be thy greatest treasure Rich in loving poured like a rain upon thee Not for love's reward but angry glances from thee Yet I shall count for thee unto the fullest measure Constancy shall prove by friends thy greatest treasure |