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\nScots songs for Scotland Sings<\/strong><\/p>\n

The following Scots songs come from the forthcoming new web resource to be hosted by\u00a0TRACS<\/a><\/strong>\u00a0(Traditional Arts and Culture Scotland), which goes online in 2013. TRACS are providing song resources for Scotland Sings 2012.<\/p>\n

The songs here were selected and collated by Ewan McVicar, who has worked extensively on the Scotland’s Songs<\/a>\u00a0website for Education Scotland, along with his own rich store of song websites connected with his work in schools across the country. The TRACS web resource is being edited for publication by\u00a0Steve Byrne<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

A MAN’S A MAN FOR A\u2019 THAT<\/strong><\/a>
\n AULD LANG SYNE<\/strong><\/a>
\n THE BARNYARDS O DELGATY<\/strong><\/a>
\n THE BONNIE EARL O MORAY<\/strong><\/a>
\n GALLOWA HILLS<\/strong><\/a>
\nGREEN GROW THE RASHES, O<\/strong><\/a>
\nJOHNNY LAD<\/strong><\/a>
\nMORMOND BRAES<\/strong><\/a>
\nPLOOMAN LADDIES<\/strong><\/a>
\nSUCH A PARCEL O ROGUES<\/strong><\/a>
\nTWA RECRUITIN SAIRGEANTS<\/strong><\/a>
\nGIN I WERE WHAUR THE GADIE RINS<\/strong><\/a>
\nBONNIE GLEN SHEE<\/strong><\/a>
\nCOMIN\u2019 THRO\u2019 THE RYE<\/strong><\/a>
\nCOULTER’S CANDY<\/strong><\/a>
\nDOON IN THE WEE ROOM<\/strong><\/a>
\nDUMBARTON\u2019S DRUMS<\/strong><\/a>
\nFREEDOM COME ALL YE<\/strong><\/a>
\nMY AIN COUNTRIE<\/strong>\u00a0(The Sun Rises Bright in France)\u00a0<\/strong><\/a>
\nTHE JUTE MILL SONG (Oh Dear Me)<\/strong><\/a>
\nSCOTLAND WILL FLOURISH<\/strong><\/a>
\nWE’RE NO AWA<\/strong><\/a>
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A MAN’S A MAN FOR A\u2019 THAT<\/h1>\n

By Robert Burns (1759-1796)<\/p>\n

Is there, for honest poverty that hangs his head an a\u2019 that;
\nThe coward-slave, we pass him by,
\nWe dare be poor for a\u2019 that
\nFor a\u2019 that, an a\u2019 that
\nOur toils obscure an a\u2019 that
\nThe rank is but the guinea\u2019s stamp
\nThe Man\u2019s the gowd for a\u2019 that<\/p>\n

What though on hamely fare we dine,
\nWear hoddin grey, an a\u2019 that
\nGie fools their silks and knaves their wine,
\nA Man\u2019s a Man for a\u2019 that
\nFor a\u2019 that, an a\u2019 that
\nTheir tinsel show an a\u2019 that
\nThe honest man, though e\u2019er sae poor
\nIs king o men for a\u2019 that<\/p>\n

Ye see yon birkie ca\u2019d a lord
\nWha struts, an stares, an a\u2019 that
\nTho\u2019 hundreds worship at his word,
\nHe\u2019s but a coof for a\u2019 that
\nFor a\u2019 that, an a\u2019 that
\nHis ribband, star, an a\u2019 that
\nThe man o\u2019 independent mind,
\nHe looks an laughs at a\u2019 that<\/p>\n

A prince can mak a belted knight,
\nA marquis, duke, an a\u2019 that
\nBut an honest man\u2019s aboon his might \u2013
\nGuid faith, he mauna fa\u2019 that!
\nFor a\u2019 that, an a\u2019 that
\nTheir dignities, an a\u2019 that,
\nThe pith o sense an pride o worth
\nAre higher rank than a\u2019 that<\/p>\n

Then let us pray that come it may,
\nAs come it will for a\u2019 that
\nThat sense and worth o\u2019er a\u2019 the earth
\nShall bear the gree an a\u2019 that
\nFor a\u2019 that, an a\u2019 that
\nIt\u2019s comin yet for a\u2019 that
\nThat man to man the warld o\u2019er
\nShall brithers be for a\u2019 that<\/p>\n

Hear this song sung at http:\/\/tinyurl.com\/crhwdy7<\/a><\/p>\n

More information about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/amansaman.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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AULD LANG SYNE<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Robert Burns (1759-1796)<\/p>\n

Tune: Can Ye Labour Lea<\/p>\n

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
\nAnd never brought to mind?
\nShould auld acquaintance be forgot<\/strong>
\nAnd auld lang syne?\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

For auld lang syne, my jo<\/strong>
\nFor auld lang syne<\/strong>
\nWe’ll tak a cup o kindness yet <\/strong>
\nFor auld lang syne<\/strong><\/p>\n

And surely ye’ll be your pint stowp!
\nAnd surely I’ll be mine!
\nAnd we’ll tak a cup o kindness yet
\nFor auld lang syne<\/p>\n

We twa hae run about the braes
\nAnd pu’d the gowans fine
\nBut we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
\nSin auld lang syne<\/p>\n

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
\nFrae morning sun till dine
\nBut seas between us braid hae roar’d
\nSin auld lang syne<\/p>\n

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
\nAnd gie’s a hand o thine!
\nAnd we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught
\nFor auld lang syne<\/p>\n

Hear this song and read more about it at
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THE BARNYARDS O DELGATY<\/h1>\n

As ah gaed doon tae Turra Merket,
\nTurra Merket fur tae fee,
\nAh met in wi a wealthy fairmer,
\nThe Barnyards o Delgaty.<\/p>\n

Linten adie, tooren adie, <\/strong>
\n Linten adie, tooren ay,<\/strong>
\n Linten lowrin lowrin lowrin, <\/strong>
\n The Barnyards o Delgaty.<\/strong><\/p>\n

He promised me the twa best horse
\nI ever set my een upon.
\nWhen ah gaed hame tae the Barnyards
\nThere was nothin there but skin and bone.<\/p>\n

The auld grey mare sat on her hunkers,
\nThe auld dun horse lay in the grime.
\nFor aa that I would \u2018hup\u2019 and crack,
\nThey wouldna rise at yokin time.<\/p>\n

When I gang tae the kirk on Sunday,
\nMony\u2019s the bonny lass I see,
\nSittin by her faither\u2019s side,
\nWinkin ower the pews at me.<\/p>\n

Some can drink and no be drunk,
\nAnd some can fecht and no be slain.
\nI can coort anither man\u2019s lass,
\nAnd aye be welcome tae my ain.<\/p>\n

Ma cannle noo is fair brunt oot,
\nThe snotter\u2019s fairly on the wane,
\nFare ye weel, ye Barnyards,
\nYe\u2019ll never catch me here again.<\/p>\n

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THE BONNIE EARL O MORAY<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ye Hielands an ye Lawlands
\nO, whaur hae ye been
\nThey hae slain the Earl of Moray
\nAnd lain him on the green.
\nHe was a braw callant
\nAnd he rade at the ring,
\nO the bonnie Earl o Moray
\nHe micht hae been the king!
\nLang may his lady
\nLook frae the Castle Doune,
\nEre she see the Earl o Moray
\nCome soundin through the toun.<\/p>\n

Now wae betide thee, Huntly
\nAnd whaurfor did ye sae?
\nI hae bade ye bring him wi ye
\nBut forbade ye him tae slay.
\nHe was a braw callant
\nAnd he played at the baa,
\nOh the Bonnie Earl o Moray
\nThe flooer amang them aa.
\nLang may his lady
\nLook frae the Castle Doune
\nEre she see the Earl o Moray
\nCome soundin through the toun.<\/p>\n

Ye Hielan’s and ye Lowlan’s
\nO whaur hae ye been?
\nThey hae slain the Earl of Moray
\nAn laid him on the green
\nHe was a braw gallant
\nAnd he rade at the glove
\nOh the Bonnie Earl o Moray
\nHe was the Queen\u2019s true love
\nLang may his lady
\nLook frae the Castle Doune
\nEre she see the Earl o Moray
\nCome soundin through the toun.<\/p>\n

Hear this song sung by the Corrie Folk Trio and Paddie Bell at http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=rZgOmw4a58A<\/a><\/p>\n

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GALLOWA HILLS<\/h2>\n

For ah\u2019ll tak ma plaidie, contented tae be
\nA wee bit kilted abune my knee
\nAnd ah\u2019ll gie ma pipes anither blaw
\nAnd ah\u2019ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa<\/p>\n

For the Gallowa hills are coverit wi broom<\/strong>
\n Wi heather bells in bonny bloom<\/strong>
\n Wi heather bells and rivers aa<\/strong>
\n And we\u2019ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa<\/strong><\/p>\n

And it\u2019s hey, bonny lass, will ye come alang wi me
\nTae share my lot in a strange country
\nTae share my lot when doon fa\u2019s aa
\nAnd we\u2019ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa<\/p>\n

For I\u2019ll sell my rock, I\u2019ll sell my reel
\nI\u2019ll sell my grannie\u2019s spinnin wheel
\nI\u2019ll sell them aa, when doon fa\u2019s aa
\nAnd we\u2019ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa
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or at Tobar an Dualchais \/ Kist o Riches by Jo Miller:
\nhttp:\/\/www.tobarandualchais.co.uk\/en\/fullrecord\/85582\/17<\/a><\/p>\n

Read more about this song at\u00a0 http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/gallawahills.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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GREEN GROW THE RASHES, O<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Robert Burns\u00a0(1759-1796)<\/p>\n

Green grow the rashes, O;<\/strong>
\nGreen grow the rashes, O;<\/strong>
\nThe sweetest oors that e’er I spend,<\/strong>
\nAre spent amang the lasses, O.<\/strong><\/p>\n

There’s nought but care on ev’ry han’,
\nIn ev’ry oor that passes, O:
\nWhat signifies the life o’ man,
\nAn’ ’twere na for the lasses, O.<\/p>\n

The war’ly race may riches chase,
\nAn’ riches still may fly them, O;
\nAn’ tho’ at last they catch them fast,
\nTheir hearts can ne’er enjoy them, O.<\/p>\n

But gie me a cannie hour at e’en,
\nMy arms about my dearie, O;
\nAn’ war’ly cares, an’ war’ly men,
\nMay a’ gae tapsalteerie, O!<\/p>\n

For you sae douce, ye sneer at this;
\nYe’re nought but senseless asses, O:
\nThe wisest man the warl’ e’er saw,
\nHe dearly lov’d the lasses, O.<\/p>\n

Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears
\nHer noblest work she classes, O:
\nHer prentice han’ she try’d on man,
\nAn’ then she made the lasses, O.<\/p>\n

Listen to a version by the late Michael Marra on YouTube:
\nhttp:\/\/youtu.be\/Io-n-WIcj_M<\/a><\/p>\n

Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/greengrowtherasheso.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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JOHNNY LAD<\/strong><\/p>\n

I bought a wife in Edinburgh for a bawbee
\nI got a farthing back again to buy tobacco wi<\/p>\n

And wi you, and wi you, and wi you, Johnny lad,<\/strong>
\nI\u2019ll drink the buckles aff my sheen wi you, my Johnny lad<\/strong><\/p>\n

When auld King Arthur ruled this land, he was a thieving king,
\nHe stole three bows o barley meal to make a white pudding<\/p>\n

The pudding it was awfu guid, \u2018twas weel mixed up wi plooms,
\nThe lumps of suet into it were big as baith my thooms<\/p>\n

Samson was a michty man and fought wi cuddie\u2019s jaws
\nAnd fought a score o battles wearing crimson flannel drawers<\/p>\n

There was a man in Nineveh and he was wondrous wise
\nHe lowped into a hawthorn hedge and scratched oot baith his eyes<\/p>\n

And when he saw his eyes were oot, he was gey troubled then
\nHe lowped into another hedge and scratched them in again<\/p>\n

Napoleon was an emperor, he ruled by land and sea
\nHe was king of France and Germany but never ruled Polmadie<\/p>\n

One Sunday I went walking and there I saw the Queen
\nPlaying at the fitba with the lads on Glesca Green<\/p>\n

The captain o the ither side was scoring wi great style
\nSo the Queen she ca\u2019ed a polisman and stuck him in the jyle<\/p>\n

Johnny is a bonnie lad, he is a lad o mine
\nI never had a better lad and I\u2019ve had twenty-nine<\/p>\n

Listen to a version by the Corrie Folk Trio at YouTube:
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Read more about it at http:\/\/www.contemplator.com\/scotland\/jlad.html<\/a><\/p>\n

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MORMOND BRAES<\/strong><\/p>\n

As I cam in by Strichen toon
\nI heard a fair maid mournin
\nShe was makkin sair complaint
\nFor her true love ne’er returnin<\/p>\n

So fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes
\nWhere aftimes I’ve been cheery
\nFare ye weel ye Mormond Braes
\nFor it’s there I lost my dearie<\/p>\n

I’ll pit on a goon o green
\nIt’s a forsaken token
\nAnd that will let the young men know
\nThat the bands of love are broken<\/p>\n

There’s mony a horse that’s snappert an fa’en
\nAn risen and gane fu rarely
\nMony’s the lass has lost her lad
\nAnd gotten anither richt early<\/p>\n

There’s as guid fish intae the sea
\nAs ever yet’s been taken
\nI’ll cast my line an try again
\nI’m only aince forsaken<\/p>\n

And I’ll gang back tae Strichen toon
\nWhaur I was bred and born
\nAnd there I’ll get another sweetheart
\nWill marry me the morn<\/p>\n

Hear Robin Hall & Jimmie MacGregor sing this song on YouTube: http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=mp5yAJ7DgiE<\/a><\/p>\n

Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/mormondbraes.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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PLOOMAN LADDIES<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doon yonder den there’s a plooman lad
\nSome simmer’s day he’ll be aa my ain<\/p>\n

And sing laddie aye, and sing laddie o<\/strong>
\nThe plooman laddies are aa the go<\/strong>
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\nI love his teeth, an I love his skin
\nI love the verra cairt he hurls in<\/p>\n

In yonder toon ah could hae gotten a merchant
\nBut aa his gear wisna worth a groat<\/p>\n

Doonyonder den ah could hae gotten a miller
\nBut aa his dust wad hae deen me ill<\/p>\n

It’s ilka time I gyang tae the stack
\nI hear his wheep gie the ither crack<\/p>\n

I see him comin frae the toon
\nWi aa his ribbons hingin roon and roon<\/p>\n

Hear this song sung by Elizabeth Stewart at
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or Christine Kydd at
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Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/ploomanladdies.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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SUCH A PARCEL O ROGUES<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Robert Burns\u00a0(1759-1796)<\/p>\n

Fareweel to a\u2019 our Scottish fame,
\nFareweel our ancient glory
\nFareweel even to the Scottish name,
\nSae famed in martial story!
\nNow Sark rins o\u2019er the Solway sands,
\nAnd Tweed rins to the ocean
\nTo mark whare England\u2019s province stands,
\nSuch a parcel o rogues in a nation!<\/p>\n

What force or guile could not subdue
\nThro\u2019 many warlike ages
\nIs wrought now by a coward few
\nFor hireling traitors\u2019 wages.
\nThe English steel we could disdain,
\nSecure in valour\u2019s station,
\nBut English gold has been our bane,
\nSuch a parcel o rogues in a nation!<\/p>\n

Oh would, or I had seen the day
\nThat Treason thus could sell us,
\nMy auld grey head had lien in clay
\nWi Bruce and loyal Wallace!
\nBut pith and power, till my last hour,
\nI\u2019ll mak this declaration;
\nWe\u2019re bought and sold for English gold
\nSuch a parcel o rogues in a nation!<\/p>\n

Watch The Corries sing this song on YouTube:
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TWA RECRUITIN SAIRGEANTS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Twa recruitin sairgeants cam frae the Black Watch
\nTo markets and fairs some recruits for to catch
\nAn a\u2019 that they listed was forty and twa
\nSo list, bonnie laddie, and come awa<\/p>\n

And it\u2019s over the mountains and over the main
\nThrough Gibraltar to France and Spain
\nGet a feather tae yer bonnet and a kilt abune yer knee
\nEnlist, bonnie laddie, an come awa wi me<\/p>\n

Oh laddie, ye dinna ken the danger that ye\u2019re in
\nIf your horses wis tae fleg an your owsen wis tae rin,
\nThis greedy auld fairmer winna pey your fee
\nSo list, bonnie laddie, an come awa wi me<\/p>\n

It\u2019s intae the barn an oot o the byre
\nThis auld fairmer thinks ye\u2019ll never tire
\nFor it\u2019s a slavery job of low degree
\nSo list, bonnie laddie, an come awa wi me<\/p>\n

Wi your tattie poorins an your meal an kail
\nYour soor sowen soorins an your ill-brewed ale
\nWi your buttermilk an whey an your breid fired raw
\nSo list, bonnie laddie, an come awa<\/p>\n

Oh laddie, if ye\u2019ve got a sweetheart an bairn
\nYe\u2019ll easily get rid o that ill-spun yairn
\nTwa rattles of the drum and that\u2019ll pey it a\u2019
\nSo list, bonnie laddie, an come awa<\/p>\n

Watch a version by The McCalmans at YouTube:
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Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/twarecruitinsairgeants.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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GIN I WERE WHAUR THE GADIE RINS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Gin I were whaur the Gadie rins,<\/strong>
\n Whaur the Gadie rins, whaur the Gadie rins,<\/strong>
\n Gin I were whaur the Gadie rins<\/strong>
\n At the back o Bennachie.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I never would come back again
\nCome back again, come back again
\nI never would come back again
\nYour lowland lands tae see<\/p>\n

I never had but twa richt lads,
\nTwa richt lads, twa richt lads,
\nI never had but twa richt lads,
\nAnd dearly they loed me.<\/p>\n

The tane was killed at the Lowrin Fair,
\nAt the Lowrin Fair, at the Lowrin Fair,
\nThe tane was killed at the Lowrin Fair,
\nThe tither was drooned in the Dee.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s meal an there\u2019s ale whaur the Gadie rins,
\nWi the yellow broom an the bonny whins.
\nThere\u2019s meal an ale whaur the Gadie rins,
\nAt the back o Bennachie.<\/p>\n

To hear a fine version of this song sung by John Strachan and Jimmy MacBeath, visit the Alan Lomax Archive:
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BONNIE GLEN SHEE<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dae ye see yon high hills
\nAa covered ower wi snaa
\nThey hae pairted mony’s a true love
\nAnd they’ll soon pairt us twa<\/p>\n

Busk, busk, bonny lassie
\nAnd come awa wi me
\nAnd I’ll tak ye tae Glen Isla
\nNear bonnie Glen Shee<\/p>\n

Dae ye see yon shepherds,
\nAs they walk alang
\nWi their plaidies huddled roond them
\nAnd their sheep grazin on<\/p>\n

Dae ye see yon sodgers
\nAs they mairch alang
\nWi their muskets on their shouders
\nAnd their broadswords hingin doon<\/p>\n

Dae ye see yon high hills
\nAa covered ower wi snaa
\nThey hae pairted mony’s a true love
\nAnd they’ll soon pairt us twa<\/p>\n

Hear versions of this song at Tobar an Dualchais \/ Kist o Riches:
\nhttp:\/\/www.tobarandualchais.co.uk\/en\/fullrecord\/81881\/16<\/a><\/p>\n

Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/bonnyglenshee.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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COMIN\u2019 THRO\u2019 THE RYE<\/strong>
\nby Robert Burns<\/p>\n

Comin thro\u2019 the rye poor body
\nComin thro\u2019 the rye
\nShe\u2019s draigl\u2019t a\u2019 her petticoatie
\nComin thro\u2019 the rye<\/p>\n

Jenny\u2019s a\u2019 weet poor body
\nJenny\u2019s seldom dry
\nShe\u2019s draigl\u2019t a\u2019 her petticoatie
\nComin thro\u2019 the rye<\/p>\n

Gin a body meet a body
\nComin thro\u2019 the rye
\nGin a body kiss a body
\nNeed a body cry<\/p>\n

Gin a body meet a body
\nComin thro\u2019 the glen
\nGin a body kiss a body
\nNeed the warld ken?<\/p>\n

Gin a body meet a body
\nComin thro\u2019 the grain
\nGin a body kiss a body
\nThe thing\u2019s a body\u2019s ain<\/p>\n

Hear this song sung and read more about it at http:\/\/www.educationscotland.gov.uk\/scotlandssongs\/secondary\/genericcontent_tcm4555472.asp<\/a><\/p>\n

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COULTER’S CANDY<\/strong>
\nby Robert Coltart<\/p>\n

Ally, bally, ally, bally bee
\nWhen you grow up you\u2019ll go to sea
\nMakin pennies for your daddy and me
\nTae buy mair Coulter\u2019s Candy<\/p>\n

Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon
\nHere\u2019s auld Coulter comin roon
\nWi a basket on his croon
\nSelling Coulter\u2019s Candy<\/p>\n

Little Annie\u2019s greetin tae
\nSae whit can puir wee Mammy dae
\nBut gie them a penny atween them twae
\nTae buy mair Coulter\u2019s Candy<\/p>\n

Poor wee Jeannie\u2019s looking affa thin
\nA rickle o banes covered ower wi skin
\nNoo she\u2019s getting a double chin
\nWi sookin Coulter\u2019s Candy<\/p>\n

Hear this song and read more about it at http:\/\/www.educationscotland.gov.uk\/scotlandssongs\/earlyyears\/coulterscandy.asp<\/a><\/p>\n

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DOON IN THE WEE ROOM<\/strong><\/p>\n

Doon in the wee room, underneath the stair
\nEverybody\u2019s happy, everybody\u2019s there
\nAnd we\u2019re aa makkin merry, each in his chair
\nDoon in the wee room, underneath the stair<\/p>\n

When ye\u2019re tired and weary, and ye\u2019re feeling blue
\nDon\u2019t give way to sorrow, I\u2019ll tell ye what tae do
\nTake a trip tae Springburn, find Quin\u2019s bar there
\nAnd go doon tae the wee room, underneath the stair<\/p>\n

A king went oot a-huntin, his fortune for tae seek
\nHe missed his train at Partick, went missin for a week
\nBut after days of searchin, sorrow and despair
\nThey fun him in the wee room, underneath the stair<\/p>\n

If yer team has won the day, and ye want tae cheer
\nTake a trip tae Springburn and order up a beer
\nHave yersel a bevvy, gie yersel a terr
\nDoon in the wee room, underneath the stair<\/p>\n

When ah\u2019m auld an feeble and ma bones are getting set
\nAh\u2019ll no get cross an grumpy like other people get
\nA\u2019hm savin up ma bawbees tae buy a hurly chair
\nTae tak me tae the wee room, underneath the stair<\/p>\n

Hear a version of the song at YouTube:
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=0JGm8GCzsFs<\/a><\/p>\n

More information about the song at http:\/\/www.nigelgatherer.com\/tunes\/tab\/tab11\/doonw.html<\/a><\/p>\n

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DUMBARTON\u2019S DRUMS<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dumbarton\u2019s drums they sound so bonny
\nAnd they remind me o my Johnny,
\nWhat fond delights they steal upon me
\nWhen Johnny kneels and kisses me<\/p>\n

My love he is a handsome laddie
\nAnd though he is Dumbarton\u2019s caddie
\nSome day I\u2019ll be a captain\u2019s lady
\nWhen Johnny tends his vow to me<\/p>\n

Across the fields of bounding heather
\nDumbarton sounds the hour of pleasure
\nThe joy I know will know no measure
\nWhen Johnny kneels and kisses me<\/p>\n

\u2018Tis he alone that can delight me
\nHis roving eye it doth invite me
\nAnd when his tender arms enfold me
\nThe blackest night doth turn and flee<\/p>\n

Hear this song and read more about it at
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Read even more about it at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/dumbartonsdrums.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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FREEDOM COME ALL YE<\/strong>
\nby Hamish Henderson
\nTune: The Bloody Fields of Flanders<\/p>\n

Roch the wind in the clear day’s dawin
\nBlaws the cloods heelster gowdie ow’r the bay
\nBut there’s mair nor a roch wind blawin
\nThrough the great glen o the warld the day.
\nIt’s a thocht that will gar oor rottans
\nA’ they rogues that gang gallus, fresh and
\ngay
\nTak the road and seek ither loanins
\nFor their ill ploys, tae sport and play<\/p>\n

Nae mair will the bonnie callants
\nMairch tae war when oor braggarts crousely craw,
\nNor wee weans frae pit-heid and clachan
\nMourn the ships sailin doon the Broomielaw.
\nBroken faimlies in lands we’ve herriet
\nWill curse Scotland the Brave nae mair, nae mair;
\nBlack and white, ane til ither mairriet
\nMak the vile barracks o their maisters bare<\/p>\n

So come all ye at hame wi Freedom,
\nNever heed whit the hoodies croak for
\ndoom
\nIn your hoose a’ the bairns o Adam
\nCan find breid, barley-bree and painted
\nroom.
\nWhen MacLean meets wi’s freens in Springburn
\nA’ the roses and geans will turn tae bloom,
\nAnd a black boy frae yont Nyanga
\nDings the fell gallows o the burghers doon.<\/p>\n

Read about and hear versions of this song at http:\/\/www.educationscotland.gov.uk\/scotlandssongs\/secondary\/thefreedomcomeallye.asp<\/a><\/p>\n

Read much more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/freedomcomeallye.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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MY AIN COUNTRIE<\/strong>\u00a0(The Sun Rises Bright in France)\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Allan Cunningham (1784\u20131842)<\/p>\n

The sun rises bright in France, and fair sets he,
\nBut he has lost the look he had, in my ain countrie
\nThough gladness comes to many, a sorrow comes to me
\nAs I look o’er the ocean wide tae my ain countrie<\/p>\n

It’s no my ain ruin that saddens aye my ee
\nBut the love I left in Gallowa wi bonnie bairnies three
\nMy hamely hearth burns bonnie an smiles my sweet Marie
\nI left my heart behind me, in my ain countrie<\/p>\n

The bird wins back tae summertime, and the blossom tae the tree
\nBut I’ll win back, no never, tae my ain countrie
\nI’m leal tae high heaven, that will prove leal tae me
\nAn I will meet ye a’ richt soon, frae my ain countrie<\/p>\n

Hear this song sung by Sheena Wellington at http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=-jhoPlzkWc4<\/a><\/p>\n

Read more about this song at http:\/\/sangstories.webs.com\/myaincountrie.htm<\/a><\/p>\n

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THE JUTE MILL SONG (Oh Dear Me)<\/strong><\/p>\n

by Mary Brooksbank<\/p>\n

Oh dear me, the mill\u2019s gaen fest,<\/strong>
\n The puir wee shifters canna get a rest,<\/strong>
\n Shiftin bobbins coorse and fine,<\/strong>
\n They fairly mak ye work for your ten and nine<\/strong><\/p>\n

Oh dear me, I wish the day was done
\nRinnin up an doon the pass is nae fun
\nShiftin, piecing, spinnin, warp weft an twine
\nTae feed an cled my bairnie affen ten an nine<\/p>\n

Oh dear me, the warld’s ill-divided
\nThem that work the hardest are aye wi least provided
\nBut I maun bide contented, dark days or fine
\nThere\u2019s nae much pleasure living affen ten and nine<\/p>\n

Listen to Mary Brooksbank (1897-1978) sing and describe how she composed the song at the Kist o Riches website http:\/\/www.tobarandualchais.co.uk\/fullrecord\/24693\/1<\/a><\/p>\n

Jim Reid of Dundee sings a more recent version here:
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SCOTLAND WILL FLOURISH<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ian B. Richardson<\/p>\n

Scotland will flourish by the sweat of our labour
\nThe strength of our will and the force of our minds
\nForget the old battles, those days are over
\nHatred corrupts and friendship refines<\/p>\n

Let the Scots be a nation so proud of their heritage
\nWith an eye to the future and a heart to forgive
\nAnd let us be rid of those bigots and fools
\nWho will not let Scotland live and let live<\/p>\n

Let us govern over country wisely and fairly
\nLet each man and woman work wi a will
\nAnd Scotland will flourish secure in the knowledge
\nThat we reap our own harvest and ring our own till<\/p>\n

And let us be known for our kind hospitality
\nA hand that is openly proffered to friends
\nA hard working people, proud and unbending
\nScotland will thrive and win out in the end<\/p>\n

Scotland will flourish by the sweat of our labour
\nThe strength of our will and the force of our minds
\nForget the old battles, those days are over
\nHatred corrupts and friendship refines<\/p>\n

So let us be known for our kind hospitality
\nA hand that is openly proffered to friends
\nA hard working people, proud and unbending
\nScotland will thrive and win out in the end<\/p>\n

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WE’RE NO AWA<\/strong><\/p>\n

As ah wis walkin doon the street, ah met wi Johnnie Scobie
\nSay’s he tae me, ‘Will ye go a hauf?’ Says I, ‘Man, that’s ma hobby’<\/p>\n

For we’re no awa tae bide awa, we’re no awa tae leave ye<\/strong>
\n We’re no awa tae bide awa, we’ll aye come back and see ye<\/strong><\/p>\n

So we had a hauf and anither hauf, anither and anither
\nSays I tae he, say\u2019s he tae me, \u2018Ah lo\u2019e ye like a brither\u2019<\/p>\n

Hear Andy Stewart sing his version with additional verses of this song at http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=9YIA1i0pBtw<\/a><\/p>\n

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