| 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 |
| The Gentle Dove |
| 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. |
| Y Deryn Pur 1. Y deryn pur â'r adain las, Bydd i mi'n was dibrydar. O! brysur brysia at y ferch, Lle rhois i'm serch yn gynnar. Dos di ati, dywed wrthi Mod i'n wylo'r dwr yn heli, Mod i'n irad am ei gwelad, Ac o'i chariad yn ffaelu â cherddad, O! Duw faddeuo'r hardd ei llun Am boeni dyn mor galad! 2. Pan o'wn yn hoenus iawn fy hwyl, Ddiwrnod gwyl yn gwylio, Canfyddwn fenyw lana' rioed, Ar ysgafn droed yn rhodio. Pan y'i gwelais syth mi sefais, Yn fy nghalon mi feddyliais, Wele ddynes lana'r deyrnas, A'i gwên yn harddu'r oll o'i chwmpas; Ni fynnwn gredu un dyn byw Nad oedd hi ryw angyles! The Gentle Dove 1. Oh gentle dove, with pinion blue, Fly swiftly to the maiden Whom long I've lov'd with passion true. A message bear love laden. Go to her and say I'm weeping, One hope in my bosom keeping; 'Tis to meet her fondly greet her; Yet if her love I fail to waken, May Heaven forgive her all the pain She gives this heart forsaken 2. With heart so gay on happy day I walked with step so sprightly, The fairest maid I ever saw Came tripping there so lightly. On her beauty so amazing, All transfixed I stood there gazing, 'Mong the fairest she seemed rarest, Her smile did shed around fresh beauty; She shone an angel to my view, To love her was but duty! |