1.Ye Banks And Braes Of Bonnie Doon
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair？
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And i'm sae weary, fu' o' care!
Y'ell break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons through the flow'ring thorn
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed, never to return.
Oft i have roved by bonnie doon
To see the rose of woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sand o' its luve,
And fondly sae did i o'mine.
We lightsome hearts i stretch'd my hand
And pu'd a rosebud from the tree;
But my fause lover stole the rose
And left, and left the thorn wi' me
2.One Last Cold Kiss
Two island swans
They mated for life
And his faithful heart
Would not consider any other wife
With three years of peaceful joy
With the rushes of the pond
Proud and gentle was the love
Of the last two island swans.
There love was like a circle
With no beginning and no end
With his lady by his side
A treasure and best friend
And the pond was oh so peaceful
And the rising of the sun
Young and free as theisland breeze
Their lives had just begun
Till a dark day in november
With the seering cold that starts
Stalked the hunter with his bow
And put an arrow through her heart
(chorus)
And the cold wind blow
He was brave but he lay low
By her body in the isle of mist
I saw her give him one last cold kiss
One last cold kiss
Now swans like people
Talk of only one in this fair side
Though they brought him 20 ladies
He would take no other bride
And they say he will not move
From the place where she did fall
Once so proud he's beaten now
And he will not rise at all
(chorus)
3.She Moved Thro' The Fair
My young love said to me
'my mother won't mind
And my father won't slight you
For your lack of kind'
And she stepp'd away from me
And this she did say,
'it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day.'
She stepp'd away fromme
And went through the fair
And fondly i watch'd her
Move here and move there
And then she went homeward
With one star awake
As the swan in the evening
Moves over the lake
The people were saying
That no two e'er were wed
And one had a sorrow
That never was said
And i smiled as she passed
With her goods and her gear,
And that was the last
That i saw my dear.
Last night she came to me
She came softly in.
So softly she came
That her feet made no din.
And she placed her hand on me
And this she did say
'oh it will not be long, love,
Till our wedding day.'
4.The Bard Of Armaugh
Oh! list to the strains of a poor irish harper
And scorn not the strings from his poor withered hand;
Oh remember his fingers could once move more sharper
To raise up the memory of his dear native land.
At fair or at wake i would twist my shillelagh
Or trip throught he jig in my brogues bound with straw;
And all the pretty maids in the village and the valley,
Loved their bold phelim brady, the bard of armagh
And when sergeant daeth in his cold arms shall embrace me
And lull me to sleep with sweet with sweet erin go bragh;
By the side of my kathleen, my young young wife, oh then place
me,
Then forget phelim brady, the bard of armagh
5.The Metting Of The Waters
There is not in the wild world a valley so sweet,
As the vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet;
Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart,
Ere, the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene,
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green;
'twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill,
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
'twas that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near,
Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of avoca, how calm could i rest,
In thy bosom of shade with the friends i love best,
Where the storm that we feel in this cold world should cease,
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace,
And our hearts like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
6.The Old Man
The tears have all been shed now
We've said our last goodbyes
His souls been blessed
He's laid to rest
Andit's now i feel alone
He was moer than just a father
A teacher my best friend
He can still be heard
In the tunes we shared
When we play them on our own
(chorus)
I never will forget him
For he made me 'what i am'
Though he may be gone
Memories linger on
And i miss him, the old man
As a boy he'd take me walking
By mountain field and stream
And he showed me things
Not known to kings
And secret between him and me
Like the colours of the pheasant
As he rises in the dawn
And how to fish and make a wish
Beside the holly tree
I thought he'd live forever
He seemed so big and strong
But the minutes fly
And the years roll by
For a father and a son
And suddenly when it happened
There was so much left unsaid
No second chance
To tell him thanks
For everything he's done
7.Mother Machree
There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own,
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known,
There's a place in my mem'ry, my life that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will,
(chorus)
Sure i love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me,
Oh, god bless you and keep you, mother machree!
Ev'ry sorrow or care in the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light of she smile in your eye,
Like a candle that's set in a window at night,
Your fond love has cheered me, and guided me right
8.Amazing Grace
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but know am found,
Was blind but know i see
'twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved;
How precious did that grace appear
The hour i first believed!
The lord has promised good to me,
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
'tis grace has brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home.
Amazing grace! how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost but know am found,
Was blind but now i see
9.Fairwell To Pripchat
It was a friday in april 1986,
The day that nightmare begun,
When the dust it fell down on our buildings and streets,
And entered our buildings at noon,
Touched the grass and trees, bicycyles, cars
Beds, books and picture frames too,
We stood around helpless, confused,
Nobody knew what to do.
At two o'clock on sunday the buses arrived,
A fleet of a thousand or more,
We were ordered to be on our way,
Not knowing what lay in store ,
Some of our citizens fled in dismay,
And looked for a good place to hide,
When four o'clock came and the last bus pulled out,
T'was the day that our lively town died.
(chorus)
And the shirts, sheets and hankerchiefs cracks in the wind,
On the window ledge the withering plants,
And the ladas and volgas are parked by the door,
And the bikes in its usual stance.
Our evergreen tree lies withered and drooped,
They've poisoned our fertile land,
The streets speak a deafening silence,
Nothing stirs but the sand.
A visit back home is so eerie today,
A modern pompei in view,
To see all the old shops ond the forest hotel,
And the promyet cinema too.
The momentos we gathered all left behind,
Our photos and letters and cards,
The toys of our children untouchable now,
Toy soldiers left standing on guard.
So fare thee well pripchat, my home and my soul,
Your sorrow can know no relief.
A terrifying glimpse of the future you show,
Your children all scattered like geese,
The clothes lines still sways but the owners long gone.
As the nomadic era returns,
The questions in black and white blurred into grey,
The answer is too easy to learn.
(chorus)
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10.The Skye Boat Song
(chorus)
Speed, bonnie boat, like a bird on a wing,
Onward the sialor's cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king
Over the sea to skye.
Though the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep;
Ocean's a royal bed.
Rocked in the deep, flora will keep
Watched by your weary head.
(chorus)
Many's the lad fought on that day
Well the claymore could weild.
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on culloden's field.
(chorus)
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men.
Yet, 'ere the sword cool in the sheath
Charlie will come again!
(chorus)
11.Lachin Y Gair
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury rove;
Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are scared to freedom and love：
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark loch nagar.
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;
On chieftans long perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily i strode through the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying glory
Gave praise to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of dark loch nagar.
'shades of the dead! have i not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale'
Surely the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy car：
Clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark loch nagar.
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark loch nagar.
'ill-starr'd, though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause？'
Ah, were you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with applause：
Still were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark loch nagar.
Years have roll'd on, loch nagar, since i left you,
Years must elapse ere i tread you again：
Nature or verdure and flowers has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer than albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains afar：
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of dark loch nagar!
Yet, caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark loch nagar.
12.My Love Is Like A Red Red Rose
O, my love is like a red, red rose that's newly sprung in june,
O, my love is like a melody that's sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am i;
And i will love thee still, my dear till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun：
And i will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands of life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only love!
And fare thee weel awhile,
And i will come again, my dear,
Tho''twere ten thousand mile ...
Tho''twere ten thousand miles my dear,
Tho''twere ten thousand miles...
And i will come again, my dear,
Tho''twere ten thousand miles.
13.The Massacre Of Glencoe
(chorus)
O cruel is the snow
That sweeps glencoe
And covers the grave o donald
And cruel was the foe
That raped glencoe
And murderd the house of
Macdonald
They came in a blizzard
We offered them heat
A roof o'er their heads
Dry shoes for their feet
We wined them and dined them
They ate of our meat
And they slept in the house of
Macdonald
(chorus)
They came from fort william
Wi' murder in mind
The campbells had orders
King william had signed
Put all to the sword
These words were underlined
And leave none alive called
Macdonald
(chorus)
They came in the night
When the men were asleep
This band o' argyles
Through snow soft and deep
Like murdering foxes
Among helpless sheep
They slaughtered the house of
Macdonald
(chorus)
Some died in their beds
At the hand of the foe
Some fled in the night
And were lost in the snow
Some lived to accuse him
That struck the first blow
But gone was the house of
Macdonald
14.The Dutchman
The dutchman's not the kind of man
To keep his thumb jammed in the dam
That holds his dreams in
But that's a secret only margaret knows
When amsterdam is golden in the morning
Margaret brings him breakfast
She believes him
He thinks the tulips bloom
Beneath the snows
He's mad as he can be
But margaret only sees that sometimes
Sometimes she sees her unborn children
In his eyes
(chorus)
Let us go to the banks of the ocean
Where the walls rise above the zuiderzee
Long ago i used to be a young man
And dear margaret remembers for me.
The dutchman still wears wooden shoes
His cap and his coat are patched with love
That margaret sewed in
Sometimes he thinks he's still in rotterdam
He watches tug boats down canals
And calls out to them
When he thinks he knows the captain
Til margaret comes to take him home again
Through unforgiving streets
A tripping though she holds his arm.
Sometimes he thinks that he's alone
And calls her name
(chorus)
The windmills swirl. the winter air
She winds his muffler tighter
They sit in the kitchen
And the tea with wiskey keep away the dew
He sees her for a moment, calls her name
She makes his bed up
Humming some old love song.
She learned it when the tune was vey new
He hums a line or two, they hum together in the night
The dutchman falls asleep
And margaret blows the candle out.
15.The Parting Glass
Of all the money that er'e i spent
I spent it ingood company
And all the harm that ere i've done
Alas it was to none but me
And all i have done
For want of wit
To memory now i can't recall
So fill ne the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
Of all the comrades that er'e i had
Are sorry for my going away
And all the sweetheart that er'e i had
Would wish me one more day to stay
But since it falls, unto my lot
That i should rise and you should not
I will gently rise
And i'll softly call
Goodnight and joy be with you all
If i had enough money to spend
And leisure time to sit a while
There is a fair maid in this town
That sorely has my heart beguiled
Her rosey cheeks and ruby lips
I own, she has my heart enthralled
So fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all
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