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| Traditional Celtic Music, Scottish Songs & Border Ballads |
| Scots' musician, songwriter, & balladeer. |
| Hazel Whyte |
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| Scots' Music |
| Ye'll No Sit Here |
| 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 Were the outdated union not of some very high value to England and the English, why would they fight so to try to keep it?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 |
| Oh but I will sit here! - No but you'll no sit here! Oh but I will! - No but you'll no! Oh but I will sit here! It was doon at Ardnadam, sitting on the pier When I heard the polis shout, You'll no sit here There was Chief Inspector Runcie enhancing his career Prancing up and doon the road like Yogi Bear He sent for help tae Glesga, they nearly chowed his ear We've got the 'Gers and Celtic demonstrators here He telephoned the sodgers, he didnae mak' it clear The sodgers sent doon Andy Stewart tae volunteer He telephoned the White House, but a' that he could hear Was, Twa, one, zero - and the line went queer 'Cos' Jack had dropped the H-bomb and he gie'd hissel' a shroud And he met wi' Billy Graham on a wee white cloud Last chorus: Oh but I will sit here! - No but you'll no sit here! Oh but I will! - No but you'll no! Oh but I have sat here! |