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For the moon shined on my bed last night,
No rest I could not find,
For thinking on the bonnie boy,
The boy I left behind.
If he were here that I love dear
I’d go to my bed and sleep,
But instead of sleep, all night I weep
And mony’s the tear I shed.
Young men so full of jealousy,
Young girls so frank and free.
If it was my will I would be still
In my love’s company.
If he were here that I love dear
I’d go to my bed and sleep,
But instead of sleep, all night I weep
And mony’s the tear I shed.
For an auld man came a-courtin’ me
An’ he asked me tae be his bride.
My parents, they advised me
To give up my one true love.
He had little money,
It was all they would endure,
But I will live in poverty
And wae the lad I loe.
For it’s some they speak of my true love,
Yet mony more speaks o’ me,
But I let them all say whit they will
And I’ll keep his company.
I let them a’ say whit they will
An’ I’ll do the best I can,
For I’m bound to leave this country
And follie my nice young man.
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Wander Through This Land
04:11
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Gazing out on blue,
These oceans are new to me today
Seeking truth, lost sight of all along the way
But you’ll take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
Mark my steps upon the shore,
Give me more to see and feel while I’m awake
Darkness waits, no concern for time or place,
Finds me here
But you’ll take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
Help me make believe, stay here,
We don’t ever have to go
Can’t deny, no matter how I try,
You feel like home
But you’ll take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
Make no plans, we can work it out along the way,
If you take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
Time may be all we have to spend
What we leave behind, we can find anywhere we go,
If you take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land forever
Gazing out on blue,
These oceans are new to me today
Seeking truth, lost sight of all along the way
But you’ll take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
Make no plans, we can work it out along the way
If you take my hand,
We’ll wander through this land together
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Land O' The Leal
03:49
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I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean,
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean,
I’m wearin’ awa’ tae the land o’ the leal
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean,
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal
Tae me ye hae been true, Jean,
Your task has ended noo, Jean,
For near kythes my view o’ the land o’ the leal
Oor bonnie bairn is there, Jean,
She was baith guid an’ fair, Jean,
An’, o, we grudged her sair tae the land o’ the leal
But dry that tearfu’ ee’, Jean,
Grieve na fur her ‘n me, Jean,
Frae sin an sorrow free is the land o’ the leal
Noo fair ye weel, ma ain Jean,
This warld’s cares are vain, Jean,
We’ll meet and aye be fain in the land o’ the leal
I’m wearin’ awa’ Jean,
Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean,
I’m wearin’ awa tae the land o’ the leal
There’s nae sorrow there, Jean,
There’s neither cauld nor care, Jean,
The day is aye fair in the land o’ the leal
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Since e’er I was a laddie an toilin’ at the ploo
I hae wrestled sair wae fortune this weary world through,
But what lightens a’ ma toil is that happy ‘oor at e’en,
When I meet ma bonnie lassie ‘neath the gloamin’ star at e’en
‘Neath the gloamin’ star at e’en, ‘neath the gloamin’ star at e’en,
When I meet ma bonnie lassie ‘neath the gloamin’ star at e’en
Awa’ ye haughty nobles wha deem such pleasures sma’,
There’s joy that never enters yer lordly hame nor ha’,
For the joy o’ joys tae me is that happy ‘oor at e’en,
When I meet ma bonnie lassie ‘neath the gloamin’ star at e’en
Why should I seek for riches when toilin’ at the ploo?
There’s flooers intae the peasant’s path a King might stoop to pull,
For yonder comes ma lassie in beauty like a Queen,
An’ I’ll clasp her tae ma bosom ‘neath the gloamin’ star at e’en
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Wasting Time
04:05
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Empty room, things unsaid,
Echoed in the stillness,
Words were tools we used to mend,
But you have nothing left to say, so I cannot pretend
And I know in this heart of mine
There’s no use in wasting time,
So I have to let you go
Never in doubt you cared for me,
Each touch between the silence,
Drown out the voices I won’t share,
What I was sure I wanted is now no longer there
And I know in this heart of mine
There’s no use in wasting time,
So I have to let you go
Empty room, things unsaid,
Drowning in the stillness,
We’re ships in the night, sinking in
Journey over long before it could begin
And I know in this heart of mine
There’s no use in wasting time,
So I had to let you go
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Hallowe'en
03:24
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The tattie-liftin's nearly through,
They're plooin' whaur the barley grew
And efter dark roond ilka stack
You'll see the horsemen stand and crack
O Lachlan, but I mind on you
I mind fu' aften we hae seen
Ten thoosand stars keek doon atween
The naked branches, and below
Baith fairm and bothy hae their show
A-low wi' lichts o' Hallowe'en
There's bairns wi' guizards at their tails
Cloorin' the doors wi' runts o' kail
And aye you'll hear the screechs an' skirls
O' lassies wi' their droukit curls
Bobbin' for aipples i' the pail
The bothy fire is loupin' heat
A new heid-horseman's kist is set
Richt o'er the lum whaur by the blaze
The auld yin stood that kept yer claes
I canna thole tae see it yet
But gin the auld folks' tales are richt
An' ghaists cam hame on Hallow's nicht
Oh freend, oh freends, what would I gie
Tae feel yer hand yer axe tae me
Atween the dark an' coral licht
Awa' in France across the wave
The wee lichts burn on ilka grave
An' you an' me their lowes hae seen
Ye'll maybe hae yer Hallowe'en
Yont whaur you're lyin' way the lave
There's drink an' daff an' sang an' dance
An' ploys an' kisses get their chance
But Lachlan, man, the place I see
Is whaur the auld kist used tae be
An' the lichts o' Hallowe'en in France
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Where are you tonight, I wonder?
And where will you be tonight when I cry?
Will sleep for you come easy,
While I alone can't slumber?
Will you welcome in the morning
At another man's side?
How easy for you the years slipped under
And left me with a shadow the sun can't dispel
I built for you a tower of love and admiration,
But I built it so high I could not reach myself
The view from my window is a world full of strangers,
The face in my mirror is the one face I know
You have taken all from me, so my heart is in no danger,
My heart’s in no danger, but I'd still like to know
Where are you tonight, I wonder?
And where will you be tonight when I cry?
Will sleep for you come easy,
While I alone can't slumber?
Will you welcome in the morning
At another man's side?
There is a silence and it cannot be broken,
There is a pure heart and it's there I must go
Time will work its healing and my spirit will grow stronger,
But in the meantime I would still like to know
Where are you tonight, I wonder?
And where will you be tonight when I cry?
Will sleep for you come easy,
While I alone can't slumber?
Will you welcome in the morning
At another man's side?
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Alison Cross
03:53
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Alison Cross lives in yon tower
The ugliest witch in the north countrie
She's trysted me ae day 'til her bower
And mony's the braw speech she made tae me
She showed me a mantle o reid scarlet
Weel wrocht wi gowd and fringes fine
Says, "Gin ye'll be my leman sae true
This gudely gift, it shall be thine"
"Awa, awa ye ugly witch
Haud far awa and let me be
Afore I'll kiss yer ugly mou
I'd raither toddle aroond the tree"
She showed me a sark o the saftest silk
Weel wrocht wi pearls abune the band
Says, "Gin ye'll be my leman sae true
This gudely gift's at your command"
An' she's ta'en oot her grass-green horn
She blew it three times loud and shrill
She swore by the moon and the stars abune
She'd gar me rue the day I ever was born
An' she's ta'en oot her silvery wand
She straiked it three time o'er her knee
She muttered sic words as my senses failed
I fell doon senseless tae the groond
It fell upon last Hallowe’en
When the seely coort cam riding by
The queen's lichtit doon on a gowany bank
Nae far fae the tree whaur I did lie
An' she's ta'en oot her silvery wand
She straiked it three times o'er her knee
She turned me back tae ma proper shape
Nae mair tae toddle aroond the tree
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Braw Sailin' On the Sea
04:40
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There cam a letter late yestreen,
Oor ship maun sail the morn
"Alas," cried the bonnie lass,
That ever I was born
And it's braw sailin’ on the sea
When wind and weather's fair
Oh it's better tae be in my love's airms,
O gin I were there
He’s cam untae her faither’s hoose
At twelve o'clock at noon
The lassie bein prood herted,
She widna let him in
But he’s taen a ring frae his pocket,
It cost him guineas three,
Sayin’ tak ye that my bonnie lass,
And aye think weel o me
But she’s taen a ring frae her pocket,
It cost her shillings nine,
Sayin’ tak ye that my bonnie lad,
For I hae changed my mind
And it's braw sailin’ on the sea
When wind and weather's fair
Oh it's better tae be in my love's airms,
O gin I were there
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Erin Go Bragh
03:26
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Ma name's Duncan Campbell fae the shire o’ Argyll,
I've traivelled this country for mony's a mile,
I've traivelled through Ireland, Scotland an aa,
An the name I go under is Erin-go-Bragh
Ae night in Auld Reekie as I walked doun the street,
A saucy big polis I chanced fur tae meet,
He glowert in ma face an he gied me some jaw,
Sayin’ when cam ye over, Erin-go-Bragh?
Well, I am not a Pat, though Ireland I've seen,
Nor am I a Paddy though Ireland I’ve been,
But were I a Paddy, that's naethin at aa,
For thair's mony's a bauld hero in Erin-go-Bragh
Well I ken ye're a Pat by the cut o’ yer hair,
Bit ye aa turn tae Scotsmen as sune as ye're here,
Ye’ve left yer ain countrie for brakin the law,
An we're seizin aa stragglers fae Erin-go-Bragh
An were I a Pat an ye knew it wis true,
Or wis ah the devil, then whit's it tae you?
Were it no for the stick that ye haud in yer paw
I’d show ye a game played in Erin-go-Bragh
An a lump o blackthorn that a held in ma fist,
Around his big body I made it tae twist,
An the blood fae his napper I quickly did draw
An paid him stock-an-interest for Erin-go-Bragh
Bit the people cam roun like a flock o’ wild geese,
Sayin catch that daft rascal, he's killt the police,
An for every freend I had I'm shair he had twa,
It wis terrible hard times for Erin-go-Bragh
Bit I cam tae a wee boat that sails in the Forth,
An I packed up ma bags an I sailed for the North,
Fareweill tae Auld Reekie, yer polis an aa,
An the devil gang wi ye, Erin-go-Bragh
Sae come aa ye young people, whairever ye're from,
I don't give a damn tae whit place ye belong,
I come fae Argyll in the Heilans sae braw
An I ne'er took it ill bein caad Erin-go-Bragh
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11. |
Rose O' Summerlee
03:17
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The tiny snowdrop slowly rises,
Pushing through the frozen ground,
Her slender body pastel green,
Her young girl’s head, coyly bowed
Her petals wae their pale complexion,
Moistened by the morning mist,
The snowdrop is the maid of Spring,
I mind when Maggie wis like this
O a’ the flooers that grow around,
However colourful they be,
They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms,
She’s the rose o’ Summerlee
Though she wis just a workin’ lassie,
Wae neither frills nor pampered airs,
Her beauty was a natural thing,
No preened wae jewels or fancy claes
And as we walked wild summer places,
Where broom and iris grew sae braw,
Their brightness in her presence died,
Ma Maggie shone abune them a’
O a’ the flooers that grow around,
However colourful they be,
They’re pit tae shame when ma Maggie blooms,
She’s the rose o’ Summerlee
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Hannah Rarity Glasgow, UK
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Combining sublime vocal timbre and uncanny interpretive empathy, Rarity ranks as one of Scotland’s finest young singers, having toured internationally with US supergroup Cherish the Ladies as well as appearing and recording w RSNO, Blazin’ Fiddles, Rura & Niteworks.
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