Bonnie Charlie
Bonnie Charlie's now awa',
Safely owre the friendly main;
Many a heart will break in twa,
Should he ne’er come back again.
Chorus:
Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?
Ye trusted in your Hieland men,
They trusted you, brave Charlie;
They kent you hiding in the glen.
Death or exile braving.
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We watched you in the gloamin' hour,
We watched thee in the mornin' grey;
Tho' thirty thousand pounds they'd gie,
Oh, there was nane that wad betray.
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Though the lav'rock's note and long,
Lilting wildly up the glen;
And aye for me it sings one song
"Will he no' come back again?"
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Tracks:
A Scottish Soldier
Bonnie Charlie
Scots Wha Hae
Stoutest Man In The Forty Twa
The Bonnie Earl O’ Moray
Hey Johnnie Cope
Jean
Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie
Piper O’ Dundee
The Dark Island
Scotland The Brave
Credits:
Alex Beaton – guitar, vocals
Ron Eisenberg – guitar
Don Segien – bass
Robin Lorentz – violin
Dane Little – cello
Dave Herzer – drums
Warren Hartman – synthesizer
Chris Smith – harmonica
Rab Kelly -
A Scottish Soldier
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away.
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder,
He fought in many a fray. And fought and won!
He’d seen the glory and told the story,
of battles glorious and deeds victorious.
But now he’s sighing, his heart is crying,
To leave these green hills of Tyro
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Because these green hills are not Highland hills.
Or the Island Hills they’re not my land’s hills!
And fair as these green foreign hills may be,
They are not the hills of home.
And now the soldier, this Scottish soldier,
Who’d wandered far away and soldiered far away;
Sees leaves are falling and death is calling,
And he will fade away, in that far land!
He called his piper, his trusty piper,
And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play.
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
Not on these green hills of Tyrol.
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And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more.
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
You’ll see a piper play His Soldier home!
He’d seen the glory, he’d told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious,
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now,
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
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Scots Wha Hae
Scots, wha’ hae wi’ Wallace bled
Scots, wham Bruce had often led
Welcome to your gory bed, or to victory
Now’s the day and now’s the hour
See the front of battle lour
See approach proud Edwards power, chains and slavery.
Wha’ will be a traitor knave
Wha’ can fill a coward’s grave
Wha’ sae base as be a slave, let him turn and flee
Wha’ for Scotland's king and law
Freedoms sword will strongly draw
Free man stand or freeman fa’, let him follow me.
By oppressions woes and pains
By our sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins, but they shall be free
Lay the proud usurper low
Tyrants fall in every foe
Liberty’s in every blow, let us do or dee!
The Stoutest Man In The Forty Twa
Behold, I am a soldier bold, I’m only twenty-
A finer warrior ne'er was seen from Inverness to Gretna Green
When I was young, my faither said he would put me tae a decent trade
But I didnae like the work at a' so I went and I joined the Forty-
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The wind may blaw, the cock may craw,
The rain may rain, and the snaw may snaw
But ye winna frichten Jock McGraw,
The stoutest man in the Forty Twa
The corporal who enlisted me, he slapped my back and then said he
"A man like you so strong and tall can ne'er be kilt by a cannon ball!"
The colonel then when he cam' roon, he looked me up and he looked me doon,
And said, said he, " I'll tak a guess-
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At oor last battle across the sea, the general he sends after me
When I got there with my big gun, the battle was as good as won.
For the enemy they a' ran awa' when they saw the size o' big McGraw
A man like me so big and neat, ye ken yersel' he could niver be beat.
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The King then held a grand review, and we numbered a thoosand and fifty-
The Forty Twa cam' marchin' past and Jock McGraw cam' marchin' last
The royal party grabbed their sticks an' a' began tae stretch their necks
Said the King tae the Colonel, " Upon my soul, I took that lad for a telegraph pole."
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The Bonny Earl O’Moray
Ye Hielans an' ye Lowlans
O, where have ye been?
They have slain the Earl o’ Moray
And laid him on the green.
He was a braw gallant
And he rode at the ring.
An' the bonnie Earl o’ Moray
O, he might have been the king!
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O, lang will his lady
Look for the castle Doune,
Ere she see the Earl o’ Moray
Come soundin' through the toun.
Now wae be to thee, Huntly
And wherefore did ye sae?
I bade you bring him wi' you
But forbade you him to slay.
He was a braw gallant
And he play'd at the ball
An' the Bonnie Earl o’ Moray
Was a flower among them all.
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Ye Hielans and ye Lowlans
O where hae ye been?
They have slain the Earl o’ Moray
An' laid him on the green.
He was a braw gallant
And he rode at the glove
An' the Bonnie Earl o’ Moray
O, he was the Queens' true love.
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Hey .Johnnie Cope
Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar
“Charlie, meet me an’ ye daur
And I’ll learn you the art o’ war
If you’ll meet me in the morning.”
Chorus:
Hey Johnnie Cope, are ye walkin’ yet
Or are your drums abeatin’ yet
If ye were walkin’ I would wait
To gang to the coals in the morning.
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When Charlie looked the letter upon
He drew his sword the scabbard from
Come follow me my merry men
And we’ll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning
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Now Johnnie, be as good as your word
Come let us try baith fire and sword
And dinnae flee like a frightened bird
That’s chased from its nest in the morning.
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When Johnnie Cope he heard o’ this
He thought it widna be amiss
To have a horse in readiness
To flee away in the morning.
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When Johnnle Cope to Dunbar came
They spiered at him “Where’s all your men?”
The devil confound me gin I ken
For I left them all in the morning.
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Now Johnnie troth, ye were na blate
To come with the news o’ your own defeat
And leave your men in such a strait
So early in the morning.
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In Faith” quote Johnnie” I got sic flegs
Wi their claymores and filabegs
If I face them devil break my legs
So I wish you all a good morning,”
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The Bonnie Lass Of Fyvie
There was a troop o’ Irish dragoons
Come marching up through Fyvie o
Their captain's fallen in love with a very bonny lass
And the name it is called pretty Peggy o
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There's many a bonny lass in the town of Auchterless
There's many a bonny lass in the Gairioch o
There's many a bonny Jean in the town o’ Aberdeen
But the flower of them all is in Fyvie o
Come down the stair pretty Peggy my dear
Come down the stair pretty Peggy o
Come down the stair, tie up your yellow hair
Take a last farewell of your daddy o
It's braw, o it's braw, a captain's lady to be
It’s braw to be a captain's lady-
It's braw to rant and rove and to follow at his word
And to march when your captain he is ready-
The colonel he cries, Now mount, boys, mount
O tarry says the captain o tarry o
O tarry yet another day or twa
Till we see if this bonny lass will marry o
Now it was early next morning we marched awa’
But o but our captain was sorry o
And the drums they did beat o'er the bonny braes of Gight
And the band played The Low Lands o' Fyvie o
Now lang ere we won into old Meldrun toon
Our captain we had to carry o
And lang ere we won into bonny Aberdeen
It’s we had our captain to bury o
Green grows the birk upon bonny Ythanside
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie o
Our captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie o
Our captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid
He died for the bonny lass of Fyvie o
The Piper O' Dundee
The piper come to oor town,
To oor town, to oor town
The piper came to oor town
And he played bonnielie
He play'd a spring the laird to please
A spring brent new from o’er the seas
And then he gae his bags a squeeze
And played another key
And wasna he a rougey, a rougey, a rougey
And wasna he a rougey, the piper o' Dundee
He play'd "The Welcome Ower the Main"
And "Ye's Be Fou and I'se be Fain"
And "Auld Stuart's Back Again"
Wi' muckle mirth and glee
He'd play'd "The Kirk", he play'd "The Queer"
"The Mullen Dhu" and "Chevalier"
And "Lang Awa' But Welcome Here"
Sae sweet, sae bonnielie
And was he no a rougey, a rougey, a rougey
And was he no a rougey, the piper o' Dundee
It's some gat swords and some gat nane
And some were dancing mad their lane
And many a vow o' weir
Was ta'en that night at Amulrie
There was Tillibardine, and Burleigh
Struan, Keith, and Olgivie
And brave Carnegie, wha' but he,
The piper o' Dundee.
And was he no a rougey, a rougey, a rougey
And was he no a rougey, the piper o' Dundee
The piper came to oor town, the piper o' Dundee
The Dark Island
In the years long gone by since I first left my home
I was young and I wanted the wide world to roam
But now I am older and wiser you see
And that lovely dark island is calling to me.
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Though I’ve wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roamin’ around to the ends of the earth
Still my heart is at home in that land far away
And that lovely dark island where memories stray.
One day I’ll return to that far distant shore
And from the dear island I’ll wander no more
Till the day that I die, I will no longer roam
And that lovely dark island will be my last home.
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Yes I’ve wandered away from the land of my birth
And been roamin’ around to the ends of the earth
Still my heart is at home in that land far away
And that lovely dark island where memories stray.
Scotland The Brave
Hark when the night is falling, 
Hear! Hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
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Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavor,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the brave.
High in the misty Highlands
Out by the purple Islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines
From fair maidens' eyes.
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Land of my heart forever,
Scotland the Brave.
Jean
Jean, Jean, the roses are red
And all of the leaves have turned green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean
Jean, Jean, you're young and alive
Come out of your half-
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean
Chorus
Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-
For Jean, Jean, the roses are red
And all of the leaves have turned green
And the hills are ablaze
With the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
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For Jean, Jean, the roses are red
And all of the leaves have turned green
And the hills are ablaze
With the moon's yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
