Though Geordie's a man I hav'ny seen lately, I met with his brother in Tain. Says I, "Do ye think that he's still off the drink?" "Oh, no, HE'S AT IT
At market day in Huntley toon An' it was there, I did agree Wi' Bogieside, the farmer A twelve month for to fee Tae drive his twa best horses That's
By the Hush It's by the hush, me boys I'm sure that's to hold your noise, And listen to poor Paddy's narration. For I was by hunger pressed, And in poverty
I am a wand'ring minstrel man, And Love my only theme, I've stray'd beside the pleasant Bann, And eke the Shannon's stream; I've pip'd and play'd to wife
O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonie
Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken
In the year '98, when our troubles were great It was treason to be a Milesian. And the black-whiskers said we would never forget And our history shows
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who
The old days have gone that had use for a man Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord
My darling, do not break your heart Though I leave this Irish shore Though their cruel laws may force us to part Fate may join we two once more Take
It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail, It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her stool,
the Tay His guid sword he now has drawn it And has flung his sheath away Every faithfu' Murray follows First of heroes, best of men Every true and trusty Stewart
There's many who talk of Freedom And we have some it's true But if you think it's fairly shared around Then you don't have a clue, No you just don't have
Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie dearie As I gaed down the water-side
THE HEART OF YOUR HOME He still smiles when he recalls How the gold ring fit her finger And they made that moment linger That it's memory'd be strong
When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie
"Oh, hold your tongue, dear Sally, as i gang tae the town And I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw white muslin gown I'll buy for you a jaunting
I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken
