| 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 |
| Maid Of Llanwellyn |
| 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. I've no sheep on the mountains Nor boat on the lake Nor coin in my coffer To keep me awake Nor corn in my garner, Nor fruit on my tree Yet the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. 2. Rich Owen will tell you, With eyes full of scorn Threadbare is my coat, And my hosen are torn Scoff on, my rich Owen, For faint is thy glee When the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. 3. The farmer rides proudly To market and fair And the clerk at the ale house Still claims the great chair But of all our proud fellows The proudest I'll be While the maid of Llanwellyn Smiles sweetly on me. |