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To The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
My heart was ance as blithe and free. As simmer days were lang;. But a bonie, westlin weaver lad. Has gart me change my sang.. . Chorus.-To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids,.
Tibbie Fowler O' The Glen
Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her. Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her. Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter.
They Wounded Old Ireland
Come gather 'round you freeborn men. And draw your chairs to mine.. And I'll tell you of my country,. That you might understand.. And of the English armies,.
The Ramblin' Rover
Oh, there're sober men in plenty,. And drunkards barely twenty,. There are men of over ninety. That have never yet kissed a girl.. But gie me a ramblin' rover,.
The Parish Of Dunkeld
Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish;. Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld.. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor,. Dang doun the steeple and fuddled the bell..
The Lea-rig
When o'er the hill the eastern star. Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,. And owsen frae the furrow'd field. Return sae dowf and weary O;. Down by the burn, where birken buds.
The Land O' The Leal
I'm wearin' awa', Jean. Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean. I'm wearin' awa'. To the land o' the Leal. . There 's nae sorrow there, Jean. There 's neither cauld nor care, Jean.
The Irish Stranger
Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger,. That wanders so far from his home,. That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger,. That knows not from which way for to roam..
The Humours Of Whiskey
Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers. About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout. With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions.
The Haughs Of Cromdale
As I came in by Auchindoun. A little wee bit frae the town. When to the Highlands I was bound. To view the Haughs of Cromdale. . I met a man in tartan trews.
The Gold Claddagh Ring
It being a fine morning, this young man he chose. That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes. . And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes.
The Gaberlunzieman
THE GABERLUNZIEMAN. . Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea. Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me. Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity. Would you lodge a leal poor man?".
The Exile Of Erin / Air: I Mo Sheasamh Ar An Tra (as I Stand On The Beach)
THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin.. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill;. For his country he sighed, when at twilight reparing.. To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill..
The Banks Of Sweet Dundee
There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told. She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes;. Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well.
Take Her In Your Arms
Have you seen him on the corner. And his lip would reach the pavement.. He's been hiding from his razor,. Is he not an awful sight?. In love he was the purist,.
Tak' It, Man Tak' It
When I was a miller in Fife,. Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer. Said, ``Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife,. To help to mak' brose to your supper.''.
Tae The Weaver's Gin Ye Go
My heart was ance as blythe and free. As simmer days were lang,. But a bonnie westlin weaver lad. Has gart me change my sang.. . Chorus:. Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid,.
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