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.
Up wi' the carls o' Dysart,. And the lads o' Buckhaven,. And the kimmers o' Largo,. And the lasses o' Leven.. . Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro',. For we hae muckle ado..
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 lad, cock up your beaver!.
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.
"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 car and a braw white muslin gown.
Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O;. Green grow the rashes, O;. The sweetest hours that e'er I spend,. Are spent amang the lasses, O.. . There's nought but care on ev'ry han',.
Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray. Wha will ride for Geordie's sel'. He's the flower o' Glen Isla. And the darlin' o' Dunkeld. See the white rose in his bonnet.
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 a clue..
The old days have gone that had use for a man. Who supported his laird-ship, protectin' his land.. Who in times of unrest, would have died for his lord.
I was forced to wander because that I was poor. And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure. And when that I was travellin oh what thought came to my mind.
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,.
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 this farewell kiss as a token.
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 they were Hessians..
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,.
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 distressed,.
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 and maid.
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.
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 a task that I could do.
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 AGAIN!".
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..