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,.

Rantin' Rovin Robin

There was a lad was born in Kyle,. But whatna day o' whatna style,. I doubt it's hardly worth the while. To be sae nice wi' Robin.. . Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy,.

Ramblin' Irishman

I am a ramblin' Irishman. It's Ulster I was born in. And manys the happy hour I spent. On the banks of sweet Loch Erin. Ah but to live poor I could not endure.

Queen Amangst The Heather

As I roved out one fine summer's morn. 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains. Wha should I spy but a fair young maid. As I wi' others was out a hunting.

Patrick Sheehan

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four;. Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore;. I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low;.

Monday Morning

Monday morning, why do you haunt me. With your bells and factory whistles all around?. Monday morning, why do you taunt me?. And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground..

Matt Hyland

There was a lord, lived in this town. Who had a handsome, lovely daughter.. She was courted by a fair young man. Who was a servant to her father.. But when her parents they came to know.

Mary Mheaigi's / Frank Mors / The Trip To Lerwick

Macgregor's Gathering

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,. And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;. Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew,.

It Was A' For Our Rightfu' King

It was a' for our rightfu' King. We left fair Scotland's strand;. It was a' for our rightfu' King. We e'er saw Irish land, my dear,. We e'er saw Irish land..

Is There For Honest Poverty (for A' That)

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds,. May shift, and turn, an' a' that,. The noblest breast adores them maist-. A consequence I draw that.. . Chorus.

If I Never Spend A Morning Without You

It's morning o'er the Islands I love. And wild seas lie still, deep and blue. Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain. . If I never spend a morning without you.

I'd Cross The Wild Atlantic

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore. Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore. And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride. Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side.