| 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 |
| Watching The White Wheat |
| 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. |
| Bugeilio'r Gwenith Gwyn 1. Mi sydd fachgen ieuanc ffôl. Yn byw yn ôl fy ffansi Myfi'n bugeilior gwenith gwyn, Ac arall yn ei fedi. Pam na ddeui ar fy ôl, Ryw ddydd ar ol ei gilydd? Gwaith 'rwyn dy weld, y feinir fach, Yn lanach, lanach beunydd! 2. Glanach, lanach wyt bob dydd, Neu fi a'm ffydd yn ffolach, Er mwyn y Gwr a wnaeth dy wedd, Gwna im drugaredd bellach. Cwnn dy ben, gwêl acw draw, Rho i mi'th law wen dirion; Gwaith yn dy fynwes bert ei thro Mae allwedd clo fy nghalon! 3. Tra fo dwr y mor yn hallt, A thra fo 'ngwallt yn tyfu A thra fo calon yn fy mron Mi fydda'n ffyddlon iti: Dywed imi'r gwir dan gel A rho dan sêl d'atebion, P'un ai myfi neu arall, Ann Sydd orau gan dy galon. Watching The White Wheat 1. A simple youthful lad am I Who loves at fancy's pleasure: I fondly watch the blooming wheat, Another reaps the treasure. Oh! Wherefore still despise my suit, Why sighing keep thy lover? For some new charm, thou matchless fair, I day by day discover. 2. Each day reveals some newborn grace, Or does fond faith deceive me? In love to Him who formed thy face, With pity now receive me, Then lift thine eyes, one look bestow. Give me thy hand, my fairest, For in thy bosom, lovely maid, My heart's true key thou bearest. 3. While hair adorns this aching brow Still I will love sincerely, While ocean rolls its briny flow Still I will love thee dearly. Then tell the truth, in secret tell, And under seal discover, If it be I or who is blest As thy true heart's best lover. |