| 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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| Welsh Music |
| Lisa Lan |
| 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. Bûm yn dy garu lawer gwaith Do lawer awr mewn mwynder maith Bum yn dy gusanu Lisa gêl Yr oedd dy gwmni'n well na'r mêl. 2. Fy nghangen lân, fy nghowlad glyd Tydi yw'r lanaf yn y byd Tydi sy'n peri poen a chri A thi sy'n dwyn fy mywyd i. 3. Pan fyddwy'n rhodio gyda'r dydd Fy nghalon fach sy'n mynd yn brudd Wrth glywed swn yr adar mân Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa Lân. 4. Pan fyddwy'n rhodio gyda'r hwyr Fy nghalon fach a dôdd fel cwyr Wrth glywed swn yr adar mân Daw hiraeth mawr am Lisa lân. 5. Lisa, a ddoi di i'm danfon i I roi fy ngorff mewn daear ddu? Gobeithio ddoi di, f'annwyl ffrind Hyd lan y bedd, lle'r wyf yn mynd. Lisa Lan 1. Full many a time I came to woo, Oft, Lisa came a courting you; I kissed your lips when we did meet, No honey every was so sweet. 2. My dainty branch, my only dear, No woman comes your beauty near; 'Tis you who with my passion play, 'Tis you who steals my life away. 3. When'er at eve I walk apart, Like wax will melt my lovesick heart; And but to hear the small birds sing, The longing to my soul will bring. 4. Ah, will you come to bid good-bye, When in the earth my form must lie? I hope you too will there be found, When men shall lay me in the ground. |