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Come Ye By Athol
02:24
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Come ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg,
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry?
Saw ye the lads, with their bonnets and white cockades,
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie.
* Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou loved and trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie.
I have but one son, my gallant young Donald;
But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry;
Health to MacDonald and gallant Clan Ronald,
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie.
I'll go to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie;
Brave Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field with them;
These are the lads I can trust with my Charlie.
Down thru the Lowlands, down with the whigamore,
Loyal true Highlanders, down with them rarely;
Ronald and Donald drive on with the braid claymore,
Over the necks of the foes of Prince Charlie.
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MacPherson's Farewell
03:26
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Farewell ye dungeons dark and strong
Farewell, farewell to thee
MacPherson's time will no' be long
On yonder gallows tree.
It was by a woman's treacherous hand
That I was condemned to dee
Below a ledge at a window she stood
And a blanket she threw o'er me
*Sae rantingly, sae wantonly
Sae dauntingly gaed he
He played a tune and he danced it aroon'
Below the gallows tree
The laird o'Grant, that Highland sant,
That first laid hands on me,
He played the cause on Peter Broon
To let MacPherson die
Untie these bands from off my hands
And gie to me my sword
And there's no a man in all Scotland
But I'll brave him at a word
There's some come here to see me hanged
And some to buy my fiddle
But before that I do part with her
I'll break her through the middle
He took the fiddle into both his hands
And he broke it o'er a stone
Says, "There's nae ither hand shall play on thee
When I am dead and gone."
O little did my mother think,
When first she cradled me
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die on the gallows tree
The reprieve was comin' o'er the brigs o' Banff
To let MacPherson free;
But they put the clock a quarter a'four
And hanged him to the tree
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Mingulay Boat Song
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Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;
Bring her head round, into the weather,
Heel you ho, boys, let her go, boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay
What care we though, white the Minch is?
What care we for wind or weather?
Let her go boys; every inch is
Sailing homeward to Mingulay.
Wives are waiting, by the pier head,
Or looking seaward, from the heather;
Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.
Ships return now, heavy laden
Mothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'
They'll return, though, when the sun sets
They'll return to Mingulay.
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I'm a rover, seldom sober, I'm a rover of high degree
It's when I'm drinkin' I'm always thinking how to gain my love's company
Though the night be as dark as dungeon, not a star can be seen above
I will be guided without a stumble, into the arms of my own true love
He stepped up to her bedroom window, kneeling gently upon a stone
He whispers through her bedroom window, my darling dear do you lie alone
It's only me your own true lover, open the door and let me in
For I have come on a long nights journey and I'm near drenched to the skin
She opened the door with the greatest pleasure, she opened the door and she let him in
They both shook hands and embraced each other, until the morning they lay as one
Says I: My love I must go and leave you, to climb the hills they are far above
But I will climb with the greatest pleasure, since I've been in the arms of my love
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Ye Jacobites By Name
02:40
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Ye Jacobites by name give an ear, give an ear
Ye Jacobites by name give an ear
Ye Jacobites by name your faults I will proclaim
Your doctrines I must blame, you shall hear.
What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law
What is right and what is wrong by the law
What is right and what is wrong, a short sword and a long
A weak arm and a strong for to draw.
What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife, to whet the assassin's knife
Or hunt a parent's life with bloody war.
Then leave your schemes alone in the state, in the state
Then leave your schemes alone in the state
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate.
Then leave your schemes alone, adore the rising sun
And leave a man alone to his fate...
And leave a man alone to his fate.
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Scots Wha Hae
03:01
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Scots wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled
Scots wham Bruce has often led
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victory
Now's the day and now's the hour
See the front o' battle lour
See approach proud Edward's power
Chains and slavery
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or Freeman fall,
Let them 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!
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Loch Tay Boat Song
04:17
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When I've done the work of day, and I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay, where the evening light is fading
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after glory glows,
And I think on two bright eyes, and the melting mouth below.
She's my beauteous nighean ruadh; she's my joy and sorrow too.
And although she is untrue, well I cannot live without her.
For my heart's a boat in tow, and I'd give the world to know
If she means to let me go, while I sing horee, horo.
Nighean ruadh your lovely hair, has more glamour I declare
Than all the tresses rare, from Killin and Aberfeldy.
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they black than the sloe,
They are worth much more to me, than the melting flake of snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam, of the sunlight on the stream,
And the song the wee folk sing, seems like songs she sings at milking
But my heart is full of woe, for last night she bade me go
And the tears begin to flow, while I sing horee, horo.
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Barnyards of Delgaty
02:13
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As I went down to Turra market,
Turra market for to fee
I fell in with a market farmer,
The barnyards of Delgaty
Linten adie toorin adie,
Linten adie toorin ee;
Linten lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The Barnyards o'Delgaty
He promised me the finest horse
That e'er I set my eyes upon
When I got to the barnyards,
There was nothing there but skin and bone
As I went down to church on Sunday,
Many's the bonnie lass I see
Sitting by her mothers side,
And winkin' over the pews at me
Now, I can drink and not get drunk,
And I can fight and not be slain
I can court with another man's lass
I'll be welcome to me ain
Now my candle is burnt out,
My snotter's fairly on the wane
Fare ye well ye barnyards,
You'll not see me here again
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Jock Stuart
02:52
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Now, my name is Jock Stewart
I'm a canny gaun man,
And a roving young fellow, I've been.
* So be easy and free
When you're drinkin with me.
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I'm a piper by trade
And a roving young blade
And many's the tune I do play
I go out with my gun,
And my dog for to hunt,
All along by the banks of the Tay
I have acres of land;
I have men at command;
And I've always a shilling to spare.
So, come fill up your glass
With whiskey or rum
Whatever the cost, I will pay.
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Ye canna shove yer granny off a bus
Ye canna shove yer granny off a bus
Oh ye canna shove yer granny
For she's yer mammy's mammy
Ye canna shove yer granny off a bus
Ye can shove yer other granny off a bus
Ye can shove yer other granny off a bus
Ye can shove yer other granny
Cause she's yer father's mammy
Ye can shove yer other granny off a bus
Ye can shove yer Uncle Willie off a bus
Ye can shove yer Uncle Willie off a bus
Uncle Willie's like yer father
a harum-scarum blether
Ye can shove yer Uncle Willie off a bus
Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie off a bus
Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie off a bus
Auntie Mag's yer father's sister
She's nothing but a twister
Ye can shove yer Auntie Maggie off a bus
But ye canna shove yer Granny off a bus
No ye canna shove yer Granny off a bus
O ye canna shove yer granny
Cause she's yer mammy's mammy
O ye canna shove her Granny off a bus
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Is there for honest Poverty
That hangs his head, and a' that;
The coward slave-we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that.
Our toils obscure and a' that,
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
The Man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, and a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, caled a lord,
What struts, and stares, and a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
His ribband, star, and a' that:
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that.
A prince can make a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Good faith, he maunna for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their dignities and a' that;
The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, and a' that.
For a' that, and a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
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Green Grow the Rashes
04:16
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There's naught but care on every hand,
In every hour that passes, O!
What signifies the life o' man,
And 'twere not for the lasses O?
Chorus:
Green grow the rashes O!
Green grow the rashes O!
The sweetest hour that e'er I spent
Were spent among the lasses O!
The war'ly race may riches chase,
And riches may soon fly them, O!
And tho at last they catch them fast,
Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!
But gie me a cannie hour at e'en
My arms about my dearie, O!
And war'ly cares and worldly men,
May all gae tapsalteerie, O!
For you sae douce wha sneer at this,
Ye're not but senseless asses, O!
The wisest man the world e'er saw,
He dearly loved the lasses, O!
Auld Nature swears the lovely dears,
Her noblest work she classes, O!
Her apprentice hand she tried on man,
And then she made the lasses, O!
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Mari Mac
02:03
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There's a nice wee lass and her name's Mary Mac
Make no mistake, she's the miss I'm going to take
There's a lot of other fellows that would get up on her track
But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early.
Mary Mac's father's making Mary Mac marry me
My father's making me marry Mary Mac
And I'm going to marry Mary
To get married and take care of me
We'll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mac
Now this wee lass she has a lot of brass
She has a lot of gas and her father thinks I'm class
So I'd be a silly ass to let the matter pass
Her father thinks she suits me fairly
Now Mary and her Mother gain an awful lot together
In fact you never see the one or the one without the other
And the fellows often wonder if it's Mary or her mother
Or the both of them together that I'm courtin'
Now the wedding day's on Wednesday and everything's arranged
Her name will soon be changed to mine unless her mind be changed
And we're making the arrangements and I'm just a bit deranged
For marriage is an awful undertakin'
It's sure to be a grand affair and grander than a fair
There's going to be a coach and pair for every couple there
We'll dine upon the finest fare I'm sure to get my share
If I don't we'll all be very much mistaken
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* In Kirkintilloch there's nae pubs
And I'm sure you'll wonder why
My brother and me, we went on a spree
We drank the pubs all dry, all dry
Drank the pubs all dry
My Granpaw he worked doon the pit
And so did my faither tae
You work like a mule when you leave the school
And you drink on a Saturday, my lads
You drink on a Saturday
The gaffer doon the pit my lads
Could scarce believe his een
For my brother and me we hawked more coal
Than his latest cuttin' machine, my lads
His latest cuttin' machine
My father he was a Glasgow man
My mother come frae Troon
They both did say the other day
It's time you settled doon, my lads
It's time you settled doon
So I think I'll just get married lads
And have a family tae
Then we'll use our mits and work in the pits
And drink on a Saturday, my lads
And drink on a Saturday
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Skye Boat Song
02:50
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* Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward, the sailors cry
Carry the lad that is born to be king
Over the sea to Skye
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunder clouds rend the air;
Baffled our foe's stand on the shore
Follow they will not dare
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep
Ocean's a royal bed
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culloden's field
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men
Yet, e'er the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
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Mairi's Wedding
02:03
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* Step it gaily, off we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row and row
All for Mairi's wedding.
Over hillways up and down
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheiling through the town
All for sake of Mairi.
Cheeks as bright as rowans are
Brighter far than many a star,
Fairest of them all by far
Tis my darlin' Mairi.
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel
That's the toast for Mairi.
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Flower of Scotland
02:54
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O flower of Scotland when will we see your likes again
That fought and died for your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against them Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward to think again
The hills are bare now and autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held
Those days are passed now And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now And be the nation again
The hills are bare now And autumn leaves lie vacant still
O'er land that is lost now Which those so dearly held
O Flower of Scotland When will we see your like again
That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen
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Marc Gunn Atlanta, Georgia
Marc Gunn is a rhythm and folk musician inspired by Celtic culture, science fiction, fantasy, and cats--Sci F'Irish
music.
He breathes new life into the autoharp, which continues to surprise musical veterans and fans alike for its unique sound and spirited energy. It’s like a satirical jam session between The Clancy Brothers and Weird Al Yankovic.
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Christmas in Brobdingnag, Vol. 1
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by Will Johnson
The Texas multi-instrumentalist's latest album reinforces his alternative-tinged folk with reverb-rich soundscapes.
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