O the summer time has come
And the trees are sweetly blooming
And wild mountain thyme
Grows around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go?
And we'll all go together
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will build my love a tower
By yon clear crystal fountain
And on it I will pile
All the flowers of the mountain
Will you go, lassie, go?
I will range through the wilds
And the deep land so dreary
and return with the spoils
to the bower o' my dearie
Will ye go lassie go ?
If my true love she'll not come
then I'll surely find another
To pull wild mountain thyme
All around the purple heather
Will you go, lassie, go?
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Hark when the night is falling
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
Chorus:
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame!
High may your proud standards gloriously wave!
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever!
Scotland the brave!
High in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maiden's eyes.
Chorus:
Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the Kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.
Chorus:
Hot as a burning ember,
Flaming in bleak December
Burning within the hearts
Of clansmen afar!
Calling to home and fire,
Calling the sweet desire,
Shining a light that beckons from every star!
Chorus
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1836
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, give an ear!
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear,
Ye Jacobites by name,
Your fautes I will proclaim,
Your doctrines I maun blame - you shall hear!
What is Right, and what is wrang, by the law, by the law?
What is Right, and what is Wrang, by the law?
What is Right, and what is Wrang?
A short sword and a lang,
A weak arm and a strang, for to draw!
What makes heroic strife, famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife ?
To whet th' assassin's knife,
Or hunt a Parent's life, wi bluidy war!
Then let your schemes alone, in the State, in the State!
Then let your schemes alone, in the State!
Then let your schemes alone,
Adore the rising sun,
And leave a man undone, to his fate!
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1942-2001
O sing to me the auld Scotch sangs
I' the braid Scottish tongue.
The sangs my father loved to hear,
The sangs my mither sung,
When she sat beside my cradle,
Or croon'd me on her knee.
And I wadna sleep, she sang sae sweet,
The auld Scotch sangs to me.
And I wadna sleep, she sang sae sweet
The auld Scotch sangs to me.
Sing ony 0' the auld Scotch sangs,
The blithesome or the sad,
They mak' me smile when I am wae,
And greet when I am glad.
My heart goes back to auld Scotland,
The saut tear dims my e'e,
And the Scotch blood leaps in a' my veins,
As ye sing the sangs to me.
And the Scotch blood leaps in a' my veins,
As ye sing the sangs to me.
Sing on, sing mair 0' thae auld sangs,
For ilka ane can tell
0' joy or sorrow i' the past
Where mem'ry lo'es to dwell,
Tho' hair grows grey and limbs grow auld,
Until the day I dee,
I'll bless the Scottish tongue that sings
The auld Scotch sangs to me.
I'll bless the Scottish tongue that sings
The auld Scotch sangs to me.
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Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victory!
Now's the day an' now's the hour
See the front of battle lour
See approach proud Edward's pow'r
Chains and slavery!
Wha would be a traitor knave?
Wha would fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha for Scotland's king an' law
Freedom's sword would strongly draw
Freeman stand and freeman fa'
Let him on wi' 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 userpers low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe
Liberty's in every blow
Let us do or dee!
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Chorus:
Ally, bally, ally bally bee,
Sittin' on yer mammy's knee
Greetin' for anither bawbee,
Tae buy mair Coulter's candy.
Chorus:
Ally. bally, ally, bally bee,
When you grow up you'll go to sea,
Makin' pennies for your daddy and me,
Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.
1. Johnnie Scott was awfu thin,
His banes were stickin through his skin;
Noo he's got a double chin
Wi eatin Colter's candy.
2. Poor wee soul, you're lookin' very thin
A puckle of bones covered o'er wi' skin
Now you're gettin' a wee double chin
Frae eatin' Coulter's candy
3. Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon
Here's auld Coulter comin' roon
Wi' a basket on his croon
Selling Coulter's Candy.
4. Poor wee Annie's greetin' too,
Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae
But gie them a penny atween them twae
Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.
5. Poor wee Jeannie's lookin' affa thin,
A rickle o' banes covered ower wi' skin,
Noo she's gettin' a double chin
Wi' sookin' Coulter's Candy.
6. Oor wee Jennie's greetin' tae
Sae whit can puir auld mammie dae
But gie 'em a penny atween them twae
Tae buy some Coulter's candy.
7. Mammy, gie me ma "thrifty" doon,
Here's auld Coulter comin' roon,
Wi' a basket on his croon
Selling Coulter's candy.
8. Here is Coulter comin' roon,
A big lum hat upon his croon,
He's been roon' aboot the toon
Singin' and sellin' candy.
9. Mammy gi'es my banky doon,
Here's auld Coo'ter comin' roon',
Wi' his basket on his croon
An' sellin' Coo'ter's candy.'
10. Dinna you greet, my wee babby,
You know your daddy's gone to sea,
Earnin' pennies for you and me
To buy some Coo'ter's candy.
11. There's no money for a poor wee soul,
Yer daddie's signing on the dole,
But there's a penny in the sugar bowl
To get your Coulter's candy.
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bawbee = half penny
greet = weep
thrifty = purse, piggy bank
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Robert Coltart, sold home-made candy in the Borders.
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The morn was fair, the skies were clear, no breath came o'er the sea,
When Mary left her highland home and wandered forth with me.
Though flowers decked the mountainside and fragrance filled the vale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the rose of Allendale_
CHORUS:
Was the rose of Allendale, was the rose of Allendale,
By far the sweetest flower there was the rose of Allendale.Where'er I wandered, east or west, the' fate began to lour,
A solace still she was to me in sorrow's lonely hour.
When tempests lashed our lonely barque, and rent her shiv'ring sail,
One maiden form withstood the storm, 'twas the Rose of Allendale.
REPEAT CHORUS
And when my fever'd lips were parched on Afric's burning sands,
She whispered hopes of happiness and tales of distant lands.
My life has been a wilderness unblest by fortune's gale;
Had fate not linked my lot to hers, the Rose of Allendale.
REPEAT CHORUS
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Come rede me dame, come tell me, dame,
My dame come tell me truly,
What length o' graith, when weel ca'd hame,
Will sair a woman duly?
The carlin clew her wanton tail,
Her wanton tail sae ready
I learn'd a sang in Annandale,
Nine inch will please a lady. 2.
But for a koontrie cunt like mine,
In sooth, we're nae sae gentle;
We'll take tway thumb-bread to the nine,
And tha's a sonsy pintle;
O leeze me on my Charlie lad,
I'll ne'er forget my Charlie!
Tway roarin handfu's and a daud,
He nidge't it in fu' rarely.
3. But weary fa' the laithron doup
And may it ne'er ken thrivin!
It's no the length that maks me loup,
But it's the double drivin.
Come nidge me, Tam, come nidge me Tam,
Come nidge me o'er the nyvel!
Come lowse and lug your battering ram,
And thrash him at my gyvel!
By Robert Burns.
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