Twa Recruiting Sergeants

Twa recruiting sergeants cam' frae the Black Watch

To markets and fairs some recruits for to catch

And a' that they listed was forty an' twa

So list bonnie laddie an come awa'

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It is over the mountains and over the main

Through Gibraltar to France and Spain

Put a feather to your bonnet and kilt aben your knee

An' list my bonnie laddie an' come awa' wi’ me

Laddie, ya dinna ken the danger that you're in

If your horses wis to gleg an' your ousen wis to rin

This greedy auld fairmer winna pay your fee

So list bonnie laddie an' come awa' wi me

Chorus

It is intae the barn and oot o' the byre

This auld fairmer thinks ye’ll never tire

It's a slavery job of low degree

So list bonnie laddie an' come awa' wi me

Chorus

Laddie, if you've got a sweetheart an' bairn

Ye’ll easily get rid o' that ill-spun yarn

Twa rattles o' the drum and that'll pay it a'

So list bonnie laddie an' come awa'

Chorus

Loch Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond

Where me and my true love would ever want to gae

To the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

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Oh ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye

But me and my true love will never meet again

On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

It was there that we parted by yon shady glen

On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond

Where in deep purple hue the highland hills we view

And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Chorus

The Skye Boat Song

Chorus:

Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing;

“Onward", the sailors cry.

Carry the lad that is born to be king

Over the sea to Skye.

Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar;

Thunder claps rend the air,

Baffled, our foes stand on the shore;

Follow, they will not dare.

Chorus

Many's the lad fought on that day;

Well the claymore could wield,

When the night came, silently lay.

Dead on Culloden's field,

Chorus

Burned are our homes; exile and death

Scattered the loyal men;

Yet, ere the sword cool in the sheath,

Charlie will come again.

Chorus

The Massacre Of Glencoe

Chorus:

Oh, cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe

And covers the grave o' Donald

Oh, cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe

And murdered the house of Mac Donald.

They came in a blizzard; we offered them heat,

A roof o'er their head, &y shoes for their feet.

We wined them and dined them, they ate of our meat,

And they slept in the house of MacDonald.

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Shoals Of Herring

O, it was on a fine and pleasant day,

Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring

As a cabin boy on a sailing luger

For to hunt the bonny Shoals of Herring.

O, the work was heard and hoours were long,

And the treatment sure it took some bearing,

There was little kindness and the kicks were many

As we hunted for the Shoals of Herring.

O, we left the home grounds in the month of June.

And to canny shiels we soon were bearing.

With a hundered clan of the silver darlings

That we’d taken from the Shoals of Herring.

Now you’re up on deck, you’re a fisherman,’

You can swear and show a manly bearing.

Take your turn on watch with the other fellows

While you’re searching for the Shoals of Herring.

In the stormy seas and the living gales

Just to earn your daily bread you’re daring.

From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands

As you’re following the Shoals of Herring

O, I earned my keep and I paid my way,

And I earned the gear that I was wearing.

Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes

We were sailing after Shoals of Herring

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.

Chorus

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

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

The Dark Island

In the years long gone by since I first left my borne

I was young aand 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.

Chorus:

Though I’ve wandered away from the land of my birth

And been roamin’ aroound 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 Ill 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.

Chorus

These Are My Mountains

Chorus:

For these are my mountains and this is my glen

The bran of my childhood will know me again

No land's ever claimed me tho' far I did roam

For these are my mountains and I'm going home

For fame and for fortune I wander'd the earth

And now I've come back to this land of my birth

I've brought back my treasures but only to find

They're less than the pleasures I first left behind

Chorus

Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in

And how they will greet me my am kith and kin

This night by the fireside old songs will be sung

At last I'll be hearing my am mother tongue

Chorus

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 Tyrol.

Chorus:

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, but Scottish hillside,

Not on these green hills of Tyrol.

Chorus

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.

Chorus

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 Scotlands 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 viens, but they shall be free

Lay the proud usuper low

Tyrants fall in every foe

Liberty’s in every blow, let us do or dee!