Amazing Grace

Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see
Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

And grace my fears relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed
Through many dangers, toils and snares

I have already come
Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
and grace will lead me home
When we've been there ten thousand years

bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's Praise
than when we first begun
Amazing grace has set me free

To touch, to taste, to feel
The wonders of accepting love
Have made me whole and real
Animal Fair
I went to the animal fair

The birds and the beasts were there
The big baboon by the light of the moon
Was combing his auburn hair
The monkey fell out of his bunk, (clap)
Slid down the elephant's trunk, weeeee
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees
And what became of the monkey, monkey . . . .
Blue Skies
Blue skies smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies do I see
Bluebirds singing a song
Nothing but blue skies all day long
Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly
Blue days, all of them gone
Nothing but blue skies from now on
Camptown Races
De camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-da, doo-da

De camptown racetrack five miles long, Oh! Doo-da! Day!
I come down dah wad my hat caved in, Doo-da, doo-da
I go back home wad a pocket full of tin, Oh! Doo-da! Day!
Wine to run all nice, wine to run all day!

I'll bet my money on de bob tail nag
Somebody bet on de bay
De long tail filly and de big black hoss

De fly de track and dey both cut across
De blind hoss stickin' in a big mud hole
Can't touch de bottom wid a ten foot pole
Old muley cow come on to de track

De bob tail fling her over his back
Den fly along like a railroad car
And run a race wid a shootin' star
See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat

Round de track, den repeat
I win my money on de bob tail nag
I keep my money in an old tow bag
Clementine
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine

Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter Clementine
Oh my darling, Oh my darling
Oh my darling Clementine
You are lost and gone forever
dreadful sorry, Clementine
Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine

Hit her foot against a splinter,fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine
Alas for me! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine
In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine

There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine
Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine

Thought he oughter join his daughter, now he's with his Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me, robed in garments soaked in brine
While in life I used to hug her, now she's dead I draw the line
How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine

Until I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine
Now ye folks all heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine
Mouth-to-mouth resuscitation would have saved my
ClementineComing of the Frogs
(Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Mine eyes have seen the horror
of the coming of the frogs
They are sneaking through the swamps
they are lurking under logs
You can hear their mournful croaking
through the early morning fog
The frogs keep hopping on
Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak

The frogs have grown in numbers

and their croaking fills the air
There's no place to escape to
'cause the frogs are everywhere
They've eaten all the flies
and now they're hungry as a bear
I used to like the bullfrogs

like to feel their slimy skin
Liked to put them in my teacher's desk
and take them home again
You can hear their mournful croaking
through the early morning fog
Daisy Daisy
Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

I'm half crazy, oh for the love of you
It won't be a stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two
Henry, Henry, here is your answer true

I'm not crazy over the likes of you
If YOU can't afford a carriage, forget about the marriage
'Cause I won't be jammed, I won't be crammed
On a bicycle made for two
If I Had a Hammer
If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning

I'd hammer in the evening, all over this land
I'd hammer out danger, I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out the love between my brothers and sisters
All over this land
If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning

I'd ring it in the evening, all over this land
I'd ring out danger, I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring about the love between my brothers and sisters
All over this land
If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning

I'd sing it in the evening, all over this land
I'd sing out danger, I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing about the love between my brothers and sisters
All over this land
Well I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell

And I've got a song to sing, all over this land
It's the hammer of justice, It's the bell of freedom
It's the song about the love between my brothers and sisters
All over this land
Wish I Was
(If You're Happy)

Oh, I wish I was a little stripe-ed skunk
I would sit up in the tree-sies, and perfume all the breezies
2. Mosquito-Oh, I'd itchy and I'd bitey, under everybody's nighty

3. Cake of Soap-Oh, I'd slippy and I'd slidey over every-body's hidey
4. Fishy in the Sea-Oh, wouldn't I look cute, without my bathing suit
5. English Sparrow-Oh, I'd sit up in the steeple, and spit on all the people
6. Bog o' Mud-Oh, I'd oozy and I'd goozy into everybody's shoesie
7. Slippery Root-Oh, I'd stick up in the trail, and I'd flop you on you tail
8. Candle Flame-Oh, I'd be so very bright, and go out every night
9. Safety Pin-And everything that's busted, I would hold until I rusted
10. Can of Soda-I'd go down with a slurp, and come up with a burp
11. Kangaroo-Oh, I'd hippy and I'd hoppy inside my mommy's pockie
12. Spoon of Castor Oil-Oh, I'd lubricate the chassies of all the lads and lassies
13. Sugar Bun-Oh, I'd slippy and I'd slidey into everyone's insides
14. Juicy little orange-When you squeeze me, I would squirty onto everybody's shirty
15. Foreign car-I would run and I'd speedy over slow pedestrians' feety
16. Water Bed-Oh, I'd wobble and I'd wiggle and make the sleepers giggle
Little Black Things
(Clemintine)
Little black things, little black things
Crawling up and down my arms
If I wait 'til they have babies
I could start a black thing farm
Haven't taken a bath in two weeks
And I never change my clothes
I have got these little black things
Where they come from heaven knows
Once a cute girl tried to kiss me

But she jumped and gave a yell
And I never got to ask her
Was it the black things or the smell
Music Man
I am the music man and I come from down your way

And I can play
What can you play?
I play piano
Pia-pia-piano, piano, piano
Pia-pia-piano, pia-piano
Big bass drum

Boom, boom, boom-boom-boom
Triangle
Ting-a-ting-a-ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling, ting-a-ling
Trombone
um-pa, um-pa, um-pa-pa
Viola
vio-vio-viola, viola, viola
Bagpipes
Nasal sound to "Scotland the Brave" vio-vio-viola, viola, viola
Dam Busters
Act like a plane, singing "Dambusters" theme
Nasal sound to "Scotland the Brave"
vio-vio-viola, viola, viola
Quartermaster's Store
There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats

In the stores, in the stores
There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats
In the Quartermaster's store
My eyes are dim, I can not see

I have not brought my specks with me
I have not brought my specks with me
Mice . . . running through the rice

Snakes . . . as big as garden rakes
Beans . . . as big as submarines
Gravy . . . enough to float the navy
Cakes . . . that give us tummy aches
Eggs . . . with scaly chicken legs
Butter . . . running in the gutter
Lard . . . they sell it by the yard
Bread . . . with great big lumps like lead
Cheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze
Soot . . . they grow it by the foot
Goats . . . eating all the oats
Bees . . . with little knobby knees
Owls . . . shredding paper towels
Apes . . . eating all the grapes
Turtles . . . wearing rubber girdles
Bear . . . with curlers in its hair
Buffalos . . . with hair between their toes
Foxes . . . stuffed in little boxes
Coke . . . enough to make you choke
Pepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy
Roaches . . . sleeping in the coaches
Flies . . . swarming 'round the pies
Fishes . . . washing all the dishes
Moths . . . eating through the cloths
Running Bear
On the banks of the river

Stood Running Bear, young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood a lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
So their love could never be
Running Bear loves little White Dove

With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loves little White Dove
With a love that'll never die
They couldn't swim the raging river

Cos' the river was too wide
He couldn't reach his little White Dove
Waiting on the other side
In the moonlight he could see her
Blowing kisses cross the waves
Her little heart was beating faster
Waiting for her brave
Running Bear dived in the water

Little White Dove did the same
As they swam towards each other
Through the swirling waves they came
As their hands touched and their lips met
The raging river pulled them down
Now they'll always be together
In that happy hunting ground
Scarborough Fair
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine.
Have her make me a cambric shirt

Without a seam or fine needle worn
And she'll be a true love of mine
Have her wash it in yonder dry well

Where ne'er a drop of water e'er fell
And then she'll be a true love of mine
Dear, when thou hast finished thy task

Come to me, my hand for to ask
For thou then art a true love of mine
Woad
(Men of Harlech)
What's the use of wearing braces ?
Vests and pants and boots with laces ?
Spats and hats you buy in places
Down the Brompton Road ?
What's the use of shirts of cotton ?
Studs that always get forgotten ?
These affairs are simply rotten,
Better far is woad.
Woad's the stuff to show men.
Woad to scare your foemen.
Boil it to a brilliant hue
And rub it on your back and your abdomen.
Ancient Briton ne'er did hit on
Anything as good as woad to fit on
Neck or knees or where you sit on.
Tailors you be blowed !!
Romans came across the channel

All dressed up in tin and flannel
Half a pint of woad per man'll
Dress us more than these.
Saxons you can waste your stitches
Building beds for bugs in britches
We have woad to clothe us which is
Not a nest for fleas
Romans keep your armours.
Saxons your pyjamas.
Hairy coats were made for goats,
Gorillas, yaks, retriever dogs and llamas
Tramp up Snowdon with your woad on,
Never mind if you get rained or blowed on
Never want a button sewed on.
Go it Ancient B's !!
100 Pipers
Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a',

We'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw,
Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a'.
O it's owre the border awa', awa'
It's owre the border awa', awa',
We'll on an' we'll march to Carlisle ha'
Wi' its yetts, its castle an' a', an a'.
Chorus:
We'll up an' gie them a blaw, a blaw
Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a'.
O! our sodger lads looked braw, looked braw,

Wi' their tartan kilts an' a', an' a',
Wi' their bonnets an' feathers an' glitt'rin' gear,
An' pibrochs sounding loud and clear.
Will they a' return to their ain dear glen?
Will they a' return oor Heilan' men?
Second sichted Sandy looked fu' wae.
An' mithers grat when they march'd away.
Chorus:
O! wha' is foremos o' a', o' a',

Oh wha' is foremost o' a', o' a',
Bonnie Charlie the King o' us a', hurrah!
Wi' his hundred pipers an' a', an ' a'.
His bonnet and feathers he's waving high,
His prancing steed maist seems to fly,
The nor' win' plays wi' his curly hair,
While the pipers play wi'an unco flare.
Chorus:
The Esk was swollen sae red an' sae deep,

But shouther to shouther the brave lads keep;
Twa thousand swam owre to fell English ground
An' danced themselves dry to the pibroch's sound.
Dumfoun'er'd the English saw, they saw,
Dumfoun'er'd they heard the blaw, the blaw,
Dumfoun'er'd they a' ran awa', awa',
Frae the hundred pipers an' a', an' a'.
Chorus:
Barnyards of Delgaty
As I cam' in by Turra Market,

Turra Market for to fee,
I fell in wi' a mairket fairmer,
The Barnyards of Delgaty.
Chorus
Lintin addie toorin addie,
Lintin addie toorin ee,
Lintin lowrin, lowrin, lowrin,
The barnyards of Delgaty.
Chorus
He promised me the twa best horse

That ever were in Scotland seen,
But when I gaed doon tae the Barren Yairds,
There was naething there but skin and bean.
Chorus
The auld black horse sat on its rump,

The auld white mare lay on her wime.
And for all that I could "Hup" and crack,
They wouldna rise at yokin' time.
Chorus
When I gae to the kirk on Sunday,

Mony's the bonnie lass I see,
Sitting by her faither's side
And winkin o'er the pews at me.
Chorus
I can drink and no be drunk,

I can fecht and no be slain,
I can lie wi another man's lass,
And aye be welcome to my ain.
Chorus
Noo my candle is brunt oot,

My snotter's fairly on the wane.
Sae fare ye weel ye Barnyards
Ye'll never catch me here again.
Chorus
Meaning of unusual words:

for to fee=to be hired
chiel=child, young man
ae=one
e'en=eye
gaed=went
wime=belly
kirk=church
ain=own
brunt=burnt
snotter=nasal mucus
Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair
But Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

His face is like some rosy fair,
The prettiest face and the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
I love my love and well he knows,

I love the ground whereon he goes,
If you no more on earth I see,
I can't serve you as you have me.
The winter's passed and the leaves are green,

The time is passed that we have seen,
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I shall be as one.
I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,

But satisfied I never could sleep.
I'll write to you a few short lines,
I'll suffer death ten thousand times.
So fare you well, my own true love
The time has passed, but I wish you well.
But still I hope the time will come
When you and I will be as one.
I love my love and well he knows,

I love the ground whereon he goes.
The prettiest face, the neatest hands,
I love the ground whereon he stands.
Bonnie Dundee
Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke

E'er the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke;
Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee.
Chorus
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Saddle my horses and call out my men,
And it's Ho! for the west port and let us gae free,
And we'll follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee!
Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street,

The bells they ring backwards, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let him be,
For the toon is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee."
Chorus
There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,

Be there lairds i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north!
There are brave duniwassals, three thousand times three,
Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee.
Chorus
Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks,

E'er I own a usurper, I'll couch wi' the fox!
Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee,
Ye ha' no seen the last o' my bonnets and me.
Chorus

laird=major landowner
douce=gentle
duniwassals=gentlemen
Bonnie Lass of Fyvie
There once was a troop of Irish dragoons

Come marching down thru Fyfie, O.
And the captain fell in love with a very bonnie lass
And the name she was called was pretty Peggy-o.
There's many a bonnie lass in the glen of Auchterless

There's many a bonnie lass in Garioch-o
There's many a bonnie Jean in the streets of Aberdeen
But the flower of them all lives in Fyvie, O.
O come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear

Come down the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o
Come down the stairs, comb back your yellow hair
Bid a long farewell to your mammy-o.
It's braw, aye it's braw, a captain's lady for to be

And it's braw to be a captain's lady-o.
It's braw to ride around and to follow the camp,
And to ride when your captain he is ready-o.
O I'll give you ribbons, love, and I'll give you rings,
I'll give you a necklace of amber-o,
I'll give you a silken petticoat with flounces to the knee,
If you'll convey me doon to your chamber-o.
What would your mother think if she heard the guineas clink
And saw the haut-boys marching all before you O?
O little would she think gin she heard the guineas clink,
If I followed a soldier laddie-o.
I never did intend a soldier's lady for to be,

A soldier shall never enjoy me-o.
I never did intend to gae tae a foreign land
And I will never marry a soldier-o.
I'll drink nae more o your claret wine,

I'll drink nae more o your glasses-o.
Tomorrow is the day when we maun ride away,
So farewell tae your Fyvie lasses-o.
The colonel he cried, mount, boys, mount,boys, mount.
The captain, he cried, tarry-o.
O tarry yet a while, just another day or twa,
Til I see if the bonnie lass will marry-o.
Twas in the early morning, when we marched awa,

And O but the captain he was sorry-o.
The drums they did beat a merry brasselgeicht,
And the band played the bonnie lass of Fyvie, O.
Long ere we came to the glen of Auchterlass,

We had our captain to carry-o.
And long ere we won into the streets of Aberdeen
We had our captain to bury-o.
Green grow the birks on bonnie Ethanside,

And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie, O.
The captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid,
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie, O.

braw=splendid
haut=haughty
maun=must
brasselgeicht=noisy road
birks=birch trees
Come Owre the Stream
Chorus:
Come owre the stream Charlie,
Dear Charlie, brave Charlie,
Come owre the stream Charlie,
And dine wi' MacLean;
And though you be weary
We'll mak' your heart cheery,
And welcome our Charlie;
And his loyal train.
We'll bring down the track dear

We'll bring down the black steer,
The lamb from the brecken
And doe from the glen.
The salt sea we'll harry,
And bring to oor Charlie,
The cream from the bothy
And curd from the pen.
Chorus
And you shall drink freely

The dews of Glen Sheerly
That stream in the starlight
When kings dinna ken;
And deep be your meed
O' the wine that is red,
To drink to your sire
And his frien' the MacLean.
Chorus
If aught will invite you,

Or more will delight you
'Tis ready a troop
Of oor bold Hieland men
Shall range on the heather
Wi' bonnet and feather,
Strong arms and broad claymores,
Three hundred and ten.
Chorus
Coulters Candy
Ally, bally, ally bally bee,

Sittin' on yer mammy's knee
Greetin' for anither bawbee,
Tae buy mair Coulter's candy.
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.
Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon

Here's auld Coulter comin' roon
Wi' a basket on his croon
Selling Coulter's Candy.
Little Annie's greetin' tae

Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae
But gie them a penny atween them twae
Tae buy mair Coulter's Candy.
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.
Dance Tae Yer Daddy
Dance tae yer daddy,

Ma bonnie laddie,
Dance tae yer daddy, ma bonnie lamb!
An ye'll get a fishie
In a little dishie,
Ye'll get a fishie, whan the boat comes hame.
Dance tae yer daddy,

Ma bonnie laddie,
Dance tae yer daddy, ma bonnie lamb!
An ye'll get a coatie,
An a pair o' breekies,
Ye'll get a whippie, an a soople Tam.

coatie=coat (though it can be a child's petticoat)
breekies=underpants
whippie=rope of twisted straw
soople Tam=a spinning top
Donald, Where's Yer Troosers?
Just got in from the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awfully shy

The ladies shout as I go by
Donald where's your troosers?
Chorus:
Let the winds blow high,
Let the winds blow low,
Down the street in my kilt I go
And all the ladies say hello
Donald where's your troosers?
A lady took me to a ball

And it was slippery in the hall
I was afraid that I would fall
'Cause I didn't have on my troosers
Chorus:
They'd like to wed me everyone
Just let them catch me if they can

You canna put the brakes on a highland man
Who doesn't like wearing troosers.
Chorus:
To wear the kilt is my delight,
It isn't wrong, I know it's right.

The highlanders would get afright
If they saw me in my troosers.
Chorus:
Well I caught a cold and me nose was raw
I had no handkerchief at all

So I hiked up my kilt and I gave it a blow,
Now you can't do that with troosers.
Chorus:
Dumbarton's Drums
Chorus
Dumbarton's drums, they sound so bonnie
And they remind me o' my Johnnie;
What fond delight doth steal upon me
When Johhnie kneels and kisses me.
My love he is a handsome laddie,

And though he is Dumbarton's caddie
Some day I'll be a captain's lady,
When Johnnie tends his vow to me.
Chorus
Across the fields of bounding heather,

Dumbarton sounds the hour of pleasure;
The joy I know will know no measure,
When Johnnie kneels and kisses me.
Chorus
'Tis he alone that can delight me,

His roving eye it doth invite me;
And when his tender arms enfold me,
The blackest night doth turn and flee.
Chorus

caddie=messenger boy
The Flowers of the Forest
I've heard the lilting, at the yowe-milking,

Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day;
But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning;
"The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away".
As buchts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning;

The lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.
Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sobbing,
Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.
In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,

The Bandsters are lyart, and runkled and grey.
At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching,
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming,

'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie,
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
Dule and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border;
The English, for ance, by guile wan the day:
The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost,
The prime o' our land are cauld in the clay.
We'll hae nae mair lilting, at the yowe-milking,

Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
The Flowers of the forest are all wede away.

yowe=ewe
ilka=every
wede=withered
buchts=cattle pens
dowie-sad
wae=woeful
daffin'=dallying
gabbin'=talking
leglen=stool
hairst=harvest
bandsters=binders
lyart=grizzled
runkled=crumpled
fleeching=coaxing
gloaming=twilight
swankies=young lads
bogle=peek-a-boo
dule=mourning clothes
Grim Winter Was Howlin'
Grim winter was howlin' owre muir and owre mountain,

And bleak blew the wind on the wild stormy sea;
The cauld frost had lock'd up each riv'let and fountain,
As I took the dreich road that leads north to Dundee.
Though a' round was dreary, my heart was fu' cheerie,

And cantie I sung as the bird on the tree;
For when the heart's light, the feet winna soon weary,
Though ane should gang further than bonnie Dundee!
Arrived at the banks o' sweet Tay's flowin' river,

I look'd, as it rapidly row'd to the sea;
And fancy, whose fond dream still pleases me ever,
Beguiled the lone passage to bonnie Dundee.
There, glowrin' about, I saw in his station

Ilk bodie as eydent as midsummer bee;
When fair stood a mark, on the face o' creation,
The lovely young Peggy, the pride o' Dundee!
O! aye since the time I first saw this sweet lassie,

I'm listless, I'm restless, wherever I be;
I'm dowie, and donnart, and aften ca'd saucy;
They kenna its a' for the lass o' Dundee!
O! lang may her guardians be virtue and honour;
Though anither may wed her, yet well may she be;
And blessin's in plenty be shower'd down upon her -
The lovely young Peggie, the pride o' Dundee!

dreich = dreary, dull
cantie = lively, cheerful
winna = will not
gang = go
Ilk bodie as eydent = everybody as industrious/dilligent
dowie = sad, mournful
donnart = dull, stupid
kenna = know
Haughs o' Cromdale
As I came in by Auchindoun,
A little wee bit frae the toun,
When to the Highlands I was bound,
To view the haughs of Cromdale,
I met a man in tartan trews,
I speir'd at him what was the news;
Quo' he the Highland army rues,
That e'er we came to Cromdale.
We were in bed, sir, every man,

When the Engligh host upon us came,
A bloody battle then began,
Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
The English horse they were so rude,
They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood,
But our brave clans, they boldly stood
But, alas! We could no longer stay,

For o'er the hills we came away,
And sore we do lament the day,
That e'er we came to Cromdale.
Thus the great Montrose did say,
Can you direct the nearest way?
For I will o'er the hills this day,
And view the haughs of Cromdale.
Alas, my lord, you're not so strong,

You scarcely have two thousand men,
And there's twenty thousand on the plain,
Stand rank and file on Cromdale.
Thus the great Montrose did say,
I say, direct the nearest way,
For I will o'er the hills this day,
And see the haughs of Cromdale.
They were at dinner, every man,

When great Montrose upon them came,
A second battle then began,
The Grant, Mackenzie and MacKay,
Soon as Montrose they did espy,
O then, they fought most valiantly!
The Macdonalds they returned again,

The Camerons did their standard join,
MacIntosh play'd a bloody game,
The MacGregors fought like lions bold,
MacPhersons, none could them control,
MacLaughlins fought, like loyal souls,
MacLeans, MacDougals, and MacNeils,

So boldly as they took the field,
And make their enemies to yield,
The Gordons boldly did advance,
The Frasers fought with sword and lance,
The Grahams they made the heads to dance,
The loyal Stewarts with Montrose,

So boldly set upon their foes,
And brought them down with Highland blows,
Of twenty thousand Cromwell's men,
Five hundred fled to Aberdeen
The rest of them lie on the plain,

speir'd at him=asked him
haughs=low lying ground
Johnnie Cope
Chorus
Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
If ye were wauking I wad wait
To gang to the coals i' the morning.
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar:

'Charlie, meet me an' ye daur,
An' I'll learn you the art o' war
If you'll meet me i' the morning.'
Chorus
When Charlie looked the letter upon

He drew his sword the scabbard from:
'Come, follow me, my merry merry men,
And we'll meet Johnnie Cope i' the morningl
Chorus
'Now Johnnie, be as good's your word;

Come, let us try both fire and sword;
And dinna rin like a frichted bird,
That's chased frae its nest i' the morning.'
Chorus
When Johnnie Cope he heard of this,

He thought it wadna be amiss
To hae a horse in readiness,
To flee awa' i' the morning.
Chorus
Fy now, Johnnie, get up an' rin;

The Highland bagpipes mak' a din;
It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
For 'twill be a bluidy morning.
Chorus
When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar came,

They speired at him, 'Where's a' your men?'
'The deil confound me gin I ken,
For I left them a' i' the morning.
Chorus
'Now Johnnie, troth, ye werena blate

To come wi' news o' your ain defeat,
And leave your men in sic a strait
Sae early in the morning.
Chorus
'I' faith,' quo' Johnnie, 'I got sic flegs

Wi' their claymores an' philabegs;
If I face them again, deil break my legs!
Sae I wish you a' gude morning'.
Chorus

wauking=waking
speired=asked
blate=shy
sic=such
flegs=frights
philabegs=kilts
Johnny Lad
I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbee.

I got a farthing back again tae buy tobacco wi'.
Chorus
And wi' you and wi' you and wi' 'you Johnny Lad.
I'll dance the buckles off my shoon
Wi' you, my Johnny Lad.
As I was walking early I chanced to see the Queen,

She was playing at the fitba' wi' the lads in Glasgow Green.
Chorus
The captain o' the ither side was scoring wi' great style,
So the Queen she cried a polisman and she clapped him in the jyle.
Chorus
Noo Samson was a michty man. He focht wl' cuddies' jaws

And he won a score o' battles wearing crimson flannel drawers.
Chorus
There was a man o' Nineveh and he was wondrous wise.

He louped intae a bramble bush and scratched oot baith his eyes.
Chorus
And when he saw his eyes wis oot he wis gey troubled then
So he louped intae anither bush and scratched them in again.
Chorus
Noo Johnny is a bonny lad, he is a lad o' mine.

I've never had a better lad and I've had twenty-nine.
Chorus

bawbee=six pence Scots (or half a penny in English money)
farthing=a quarter of a penny
shoon=shoes
jyle=jail
cuddies'=horses'
drawers=underpants
louped=jumped
gey=very
MacPherson's Lament
Chorus
Fare thee weel, you dungeons dark and strong,
Fareweel, fareweel to thee.
Macpherson's rant will ne'er be lang,
On yonder gallers tree.
Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly,

O rantinly gaed he,
He played a tune an' he danced aroon,
Below the gallers tree.
Chorus
Well the laird o' Grant, you highlan' Saint
That first laid hands on me,
He plead the cause o' Peter Broon,
He watched Macpherson dee.
Chorus
By a woman's treacherous hand

That I was condemned to dee,
High on a ledge of her window she stood,
And a blanket she threw over me.
Chorus
Some come here noo tae see me hang

And some to buy my fiddle,
Before I'll pairt wi' thee,
I'll brak' her through the middle.
Chorus
Come ye loose the bands from off my hands

Bring tae me noo my sword,
There's nae a man in a' Scotland
That'll brave him at his word.
Chorus
Little did my mother think

When first she cradled me,
That I would turn a rovin' boy
And die upon the gallers tree.
Chorus
The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff,

To set Macpherson free,
They pu' the clock a quarter fast,
And they hanged him to the tree.
Chorus

rant=play a lively tune
dauntonly=overcome
rantinly=merrily
Mingulay Boat Song
Chorus:
Heel y'ho boys, let her go, boys
Bring her head round now all together
Heel y'ho boys, let her go boys
Sailing homeward to Mingulay!
What care we tho' white the sea is

What care we for wind and weather?
Let her go boys, every inch is
Wearing homeward to Mingulay!
Chorus:
Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,

Looking seaward from the heather.
Pull her 'round boys, and we'll anchor
'Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!
Chorus:
The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre
At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,

Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,
Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill
Lived Geordie MacIntyre.
He had a wife a swir's himsel'
An' a daughter as black's auld Nick himsel',
There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
For the graim was tint, the besom was deen,
The barra widna row its leen,
An' siccan a soss it never was seen
At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
For the daughter had to strae and neep
The auld wife started to swipe the greep
When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep
Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo

She stood up ahint the coo
The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew
At the muckin' o' Geordies byre.
For the aul' wife she was booin' doon
The soo was kickit on the croon
It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon
Then ben through Geordie's byre.
Chorus:
The daughter cam thro the barn door

An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar,
To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar
For the boar he lap the midden dyke
An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke.
They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke
Chorus:
O a hunder' years are passed an' mair

Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare;
The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair
His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne-
In case his memory we should tyne,
Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min'
At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre!

muckin=clean
croft=small farmhouse
jine=join
kill=overcome with weariness
swir=unwilling to work
auld Nick=the Devil
tint=lost
besom=broom
deen=done
barra=barrow
widna row its leen= would not hold it's load
siccan=such
soss=dirty wet mess
strae=straw
neep=feed cattle with turnips
swipe=sweep
greep=gutter in the byre
fell sklite=fall heavily
neep=turnip
ben=through
soo=female pig
booin'doon=bending down
goon=gown, dress
midden=refuse heap
riggs=strip of ploughed land
tyke=dog
bumbee's byke=beehive
lang syne=long since
tyne=lose
Traditional Scottish Songs

- The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
The Northern Lights or Aurora Borealis can often be seen in winter time in
the north of Scotland - sometimes further south too. But as a result of
this song they seem to be associated more with Aberdeen than
anywhere else!
When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad, my mother said to me,

"Come see the Northern Lights my boy, they're bright as they can be."
She called them the heavenly dancers, merry dancers in the sky,
I'll never forget that wonderful sight, they made the heavens bright.
Chorus:
The Northern Lights of Aberdeen are what I long to see;
The Northern Lights of Aberdeen, that's where I long to be.
I've been a wand'rer all of my life and many a sight I've seen.
God speed the day when I'm on my way to my home in Aberdeen.
I've wandered in many far-off lands, and travelled many a mile,

I've missed the folk I've cherished most, the joy of a friendly smile.
It warms up the heart of the wand'rer the clasp of a welcoming hand.
To greet me when I return, home to my native land.
Chorus:
The Road and the Miles to Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin' o'er moor and o'er mountain,
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea,
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,
Wha asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.
Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye

The road and the distance I canna' weel gie.
But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,
I'll show ye the road and the miles to Dundee".
At once she consented and gave me her arm,

Ne'er a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be,
She appeared like an angel in feature and form,
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.
At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,

The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
She said "Gentle Sir, I can never forget ye
For showing me far on the road to Dundee".
I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom -

And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me
Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,
E'er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.
So here's to the lassie, I ne'er can forget her,

And lika young laddie that's list'rling to me,
O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

gie-give
speir=speak
gowd=gold
list'rling=listening
sweer=unwilling
Roamin' in the Gloamin'
I've seen lots of bonnie lassies travellin' far and wide,

But my heart is centred noo on bonnie Kate McBride;
And altho' I'm no a chap that throws a word away,
I'm surprised mysel' at times at a' I've got to say
Chorus:
Roamin' in the gloamin' on the bonnie banks o' Clyde,
Roamin' in the gloamin' wi' ma lassie by ma side,
When the sun has gone to rest, that's the time that I like best,
O, it's lovely roamin' in the gloamin'!
One nicht in the gloamin' we were trippin' side by side.

I kissed her twice, and asked her once if she would be my bride;
She was shy, and so was I, we were baith the same,
But I got brave and braver on the journey comin' hame.
Chorus:
Last nicht efter strollin' we got hame at half-past nine.

Sittin' at the kitchen fire I asked her to be mine.
When she promised I got up and danced the Hielan' Fling;
I've just been to the jewellers and I've picked a nice wee ring.
Chorus:

gloamin'=twilight
The far Cuillins are pullin' me away,

As take I wi' my crummack to the road.
The far Cuillins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' the sunlight for my load.
Chorus:
Sure by Tummel and Loch Rannoch and Lochaber I will go
By heather tracks wi' heaven in their wiles.
If it's thinkin' in your inner heart, the braggart's in my step,
You've never smelled the tangle o' the Isles.
Oh the far Cuillins are puttin' love on me,
As step I wi' my crummack to the Isles.
It's by Shiel water the track is to the west,

By Aillort and by Morar to the sea.
The cool cresses I am thinkin' of for pluck,
And bracken for a wink on Mother's knee.
Chorus:
The blue islands are pullin' me away,

Their laughter puts the leap upon the lame;
The blue islands from the Skerries to the Lews,
Wi' heather honey taste upon each name.
Chorus:
Cuillins=mountains in the island of Skye
crummack=shepherd's crook
Scotland the Brave
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 maidens' eyes.
Chorus
Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where the tropics are beaming
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the hameland again.
Chorus
Scots wha' hae'
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 will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn, and fleel
Wha for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand, or freeman 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!
Scottish Takeaway
The Great Wall of China, you can see it fae the moon,
You can walk from end to end, and not find one greasy spoon.
I'm going on my holidays to the land of the I Ching -
Is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijing ?
Chorus
I love my mince and tatties, haggis, neeps and skirlie too;
If I dinna get my stovies, I dinna ken what I'll do.
Bagpipes and whisky will always make me sing,
Is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijing?
Chorus
Black puddin', white puddin', porridge for my piece,

Give me Arbroath smokies and I'll stuff 'em down my face.
I think that I'll go crazy, if I don't get my cullen skink.
Is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijing?
Chorus
Connoisseurs of eastern cuisine, please don't get me wrong,

I'm very partial to a bite knocked up by Mr Wong.
If I need an Indian I just give the shop a ring,
Is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijiing ?
Chorus
I went down to London, stopped in at Lee Hoo Fook's.
The grub was really tasty, they done it by the books,
With chopsticks and them little bowls from the dynasty of Ming.
Is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijiing?
Chorus
Don't forget the salmon, no, not him from the SNP;
I love those great big fishes that swim in from the sea,
I like mine smoked with a slice of lemon to gie it a wee bit of zing
But is there a Scottish takeaway in Beijing?
Chorus

skirlie=oatmeal and onions fried together
stovies=dish made from sliced potato and onions, plus small pieces of meat
ken=know
piece=sandwich
Arbroath smokies=smoked haddock from Arbroath
cullen skink=fish soup
SNP=Scottish National Party (Alex Salmond is a prominent member)
Shoals of Herring
With our nets and gear we're faring

On the wild and wasteful ocean.
Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread,
As we hunted for the shoals of herring.
O it was a fine and a pleasant day,

Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring,
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger,
For to go and hunt the shoals of herring.
O the work was hard and the hours long,

And the treatment, sure it took some bearing.
There was little kindness and the kicks were many,
As we hunted for the shoals of herring.
O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank,

I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing.
And I used to sleep standing on my feet,
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring.
O we left the home grounds in the month of June,
And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing.
With a hundred cran of silver darlings,
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring.
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman,

You can swear and show a manly bearing,
Take your turn on watch with the other fellows,
While you're searching for the shoals of herring.
In the stormy seas and the living gales,

Just to earn your daily bread you're daring.
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Isles,
As you're following the shoals of herring.
O I earned my keep and I paid my way,

And I earned the gear that I was wearing.
Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes,
We were sailing after shoals of herring.
These Are My Mountains
For fame and for fortune I wandered the earth
And now I've come back to the land of my birth

I've brought back my treasures but only to find
They're less than the pleasures I first left behind
For these are my mountains and this is my glen
The braes of my childhood will know me again

No land's ever claimed me tho' far I did roam
For these are my mountains and I'm going home
The burn by the road sings at my going by
The whaup overhead wings with welcoming cry

The loch where the scart flies at last I can see
It's here that my heart lies it's here I'll be free
Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in
And how they will greet me my ain kith and kin

The night round the ingle old sangs will be sung
At last I'll be hearing my ain mother tongue.
whaup=curlew
scart=cormorant
kith&kin=relations
ingle=open hearth
Three Craws
Three craws sat upon a wa',

Sat upon a wa', sat upon a wa',
Three craws sat upon a wa',
On a cauld and frosty mornin'.
The first craw was greetin' for his maw,

Greetin' for his maw, greetin' for his maw,
The first craw was greetin' for his maw,
The second craw fell and broke his jaw,

Fell and broke his jaw, fell and broke his jaw,
The second craw fell and broke his jaw,
The third craw, couldnae caw at a',

Couldnae caw at a', couldnae caw at a',
The third craw, couldnae caw at a',
An that's a', absolutely a',

Absolutely a', absolutely a',
An that's a', absolutely a',

craws=crows
wa'=wall
cauld=cold
maw=mother
The Wee Cooper O' Fife
There was a wee cooper lived in Fife

Nickety nackety noo, noo. noo
And he has tae'n a gentle wife
Risselty-rosselty, hey, pomposity
Nickety nackety noo, noo, noo.
She wouldna card and she wouldna spin
For shamin' o'her gentle kin
She wouldna bake and she wouldna brew

For spoilin' of her gentle hue
She called him a dirty Hieland whelp

If you want yer dinner go get it yourself
The cooper's awa tae his wool-pack

And lain a sheepskin across her back
I'll no thrash you, for your gentle kin

But I will thrash my ain sheep-skin
He's laid the sheepskin across her back

And with a good stick he went whickety-whack
Oh I will card and I will spin

And think nae mair of my gentle kin!
She drew the table and spread the board

And "My dear husband" was every word
All you who have gotten a gentle wife

Just send ye for the cooper of Fife!

Nickety nackety and risselty-rosselty are just nonsense phrases.
The Wild Mountain Thyme
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?
Chorus
And we'll all go together,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
I will build my love a tower,

By yon clear crystal fountain,
And on it I will pile,
All the flowers of the mountain.
Chorus
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 ?
Chorus
If my true love she'll not come,

Then I'll surely find another,
To pull wild mountain thyme,
All around the purple heather.
Chorus
LOVE YOU TILL THE END
I just want to see you

When you're all alone
I just want to catch you if I can
I just want to be there
When the morning light explodes
On your face it radiates
I can't escape
I love you 'till the end
I just want to tell you nothing

You don't want to hear
All I want is for you to say
Why don't you just take me
Where I've never been before
I know you want to hear me
Catch my breath
I just want to be there

When we're caught in the rain
I just want to see you laugh not cry
I just want to feel you
When the night puts on it's cloak
I'm lost for words don't tell me
All I can say
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I recall the moment

Before it slipped away
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
Meant all the world to me
And I recall the moment

More distant than it seems
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag

Much closer than it seems
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag

Before it slipped away
When 5 green queens
On a black bin bag
5 green queens & Jean
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Well Jimmy played harmonica in the pub where I was born

He played it from the night time to the peaceful early morn
He soothed the souls of psychos and the men who had the horn
And they all looked very happy in the morning
Now Jimmy didn't like his place in this world of ours

Where the elephant man broke strong men's necks
When he'd had too many Powers
So sad to see the grieving of the people that he's leaving
And he took the road for God knows in the morning
We walked him to the station in the rain

We kissed him as we put him on the train
And we sang him a song of times long gone
Though we knew that we'd be seeing him again
(Far away) sad to say I must be on my way
So buy me beer and whiskey 'cause I'm going far away (far away)
I'd like to think of me returning when I can
To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane
The years passed by the times had changed I grew to be a man
I learned to love the virtues of sweet Sally MacLennane
I took the jeers and drank the beers and crawled back home at dawn
And ended up a barman in the morning
I played the pump and took the hump and watered whiskey down
I talked of whores and horses to the men who drank the brown
I heard them say that Jimmy's making money far away
And some people left for heaven without warning

When Jimmy came back home he was surprised that they were gone
He asked me all the details of the train that they went on
Some people they are scared to croak but Jimmy drank until he choked
And he took the road for heaven in the morning

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On the 4th of July, eighteen hundred and six

We set sail from the sweet cove of cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the grand city hall in New York
She was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild winds blowed her
She had several blasts, she had 27 masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones.
We had five million hogs, we had six million dogs
And seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover
There was awl Mickey Coote who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill for each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk he was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance when he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover
There was Barney McGee from the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Charlie McGurk who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeathe called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole who was drunk as a rule
And Fightin' Bill Tracy from Dover
And your man Mick McCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover
Bridge:
We had sailed seven years when the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog (great fog!)
And the whale of a crew was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock, oh Lord what a shock
The bulkhead turned right over
Turned nine times around, and the poor old dog was drowned
And I'm the last of the Irish Rover

Amazing Grace

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Amazing Grace

Amazing grace! how sweet the sound

Twas grace that taught my heart to fear

Through many dangers, toils and snares

When we've been there ten thousand years

Amazing grace has set me free

I went to the animal fair

Blue skies smiling at me

De camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-da, doo-da

Wine to run all nice, wine to run all day!

De long tail filly and de big black hoss

Old muley cow come on to de track

See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine

Drove she ducklings to the water every morning just at nine

In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine

Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine

How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine

(Battle Hymn of the Republic)

Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit, croak, croak

The frogs have grown in numbers

I used to like the bullfrogs

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do

Henry, Henry, here is your answer true

If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the morning

If I had a bell, I'd ring it in the morning

If I had a song, I'd sing it in the morning

Well I've got a hammer, and I've got a bell

(If You're Happy)

2. Mosquito-Oh, I'd itchy and I'd bitey, under everybody's nighty

Little Black Things

Once a cute girl tried to kiss me

I am the music man and I come from down your way

Big bass drum

There are rats, rats, as big as alley cats

My eyes are dim, I can not see

Mice . . . running through the rice

On the banks of the river

Running Bear loves little White Dove

They couldn't swim the raging river

Running Bear dived in the water

Are you going to Scarborough Fair?

Have her make me a cambric shirt

Have her wash it in yonder dry well

Dear, when thou hast finished thy task

Romans came across the channel

Wi' a hundred pipers, an' a', an' a',

O! our sodger lads looked braw, looked braw,

O! wha' is foremos o' a', o' a',

The Esk was swollen sae red an' sae deep,

As I cam' in by Turra Market,

He promised me the twa best horse

The auld black horse sat on its rump,

When I gae to the kirk on Sunday,

I can drink and no be drunk,

Noo my candle is brunt oot,

Meaning of unusual words:

Black is the Colour of My True Love's Hair

But Black is the colour of my true love's hair.

I love my love and well he knows,

The winter's passed and the leaves are green,

I go to the Clyde for to mourn and weep,

I love my love and well he knows,