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THE BLADES OF HARDEN
Will H Ogilvie Adapted to music by Neil Jackson 2016©
HO! for the blades of Harden!
Ho! for the driven kye!
The broken gate and the lances' hate,
And a banner red on the sky!
The rough road runs by the Carter;
The white foam creams on the rein;
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
"There will be moonlight again."
The dark has heard them gather,
The dawn has bowed them by,
To the guard on the roof comes the drum of a hoof
And the drone of a hoof's reply.
There are more than birds on the hill tonight,
And more than winds on the plain!
The threat of the Scotts has filled the moss,
"There will be moonlight again."
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
Ho! for the ring of steel!
The stolen steers of a hundred years
Come home for a Kirkhope meal!
The ride must risk its fortune,
The raid must count its slain,
The March must feed her ravens,
"There will be moonlight again!"
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
Ho! for the pikes that cross!
Ho! for the king of lance and ling
-- A Scott on the Ettrick moss!
The rough road runs by the Carter,
The white foam creams on the rein;
And aye for the blades of Harden
"There will be moonlight again!"
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Wha Wadna Fecht for Charlie
Wha wadna fecht for Charlie, Charlie?
Wha wadna draw the sword, the sword?
Wha wadna up an' rally, rally
At the royal Prince's word?
Think on Scotia's ancient hero's
Think on foreign foes repelled
Think on loyal Bruce and Wallace
Wha the proud usurper quelled.
Rouse ye rows o' kilted warriors
Rouse ye heroes o' the North
Rouse and join your chieftains' banners
'Tis your prince that leads you forth!
See the northern clans advancing
See Glen Garry and Lochiel
See the brandished broadsword glancing
Highland hearts as true as steel!
Now the prince has raised his banner
Now triumphant is our cause
Now the Scottish lion rallies
Let us strike for Prince and Laws!
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The Dusty Road (Frae Philhope Brig tae Hame)
Neil Jackson 2015©
Doon the Borthwick Valley, frae it’s heid in hills o pine,
Lies a ferm abuin the burn, that’s aye a hame o mine.
It’s people may hev come n gone, but much has stayed the same,
A see it now, the Dusty Road frae Philhope Brig tae Hame.
Surrounded by the hills o “Bald, Lodge n The Hope Heid”
Lies the ferm o Philhope, where as a bairn a played.
Huntin, Fishin, Swimmin, that was how oo spent oor days
We walked, at length, That Dusty Road frae Philhope Brig tae Hame.
That quarter mile frae road tae hoose, the daily slog frae schuil,
The fun o used tae hev in the rapids and the puils.
No matter where ma feet may roam, in wilds or in tame,
A’ll ne'er forget, The Dusty Road frae Philhope Brig tae Hame.
When the dust has settled, and the past has gone frae view,
The stories it could tell o the people passing through.
A score n five year passes quick and as a visit now,
The trees are thick, the hedges grown, and not so much to plough.
As years have sent her back tae wild, ma memories are framed,
Shes in ma heart, That Dusty Road frae Philhope Brig tae Hame.
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Pressganged
03:50
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Pressganged
Dougie Anderson 2016 ©
Haul away boys, we won’t be leaving port today
If you don’t get them anchors weighed
You’de better haul away
Heave away boys, we’ll never sail across the worl
If you don’t get the sails unfurled
You’de better heave away
These sounds I heard, as I came to below the deck
My head was broke and sore
It dawns on me, I’d had to much to drink and I’d been
pressganged the night before
Clear away boys,we’ll never make it round the cape
If you don’t get the decks in shape
You’de better clear away
Sew away boys, we’ll never make it round the horn
With sails that have the stitching torn
You’de better sew away
We ride the storm, and hope we don’t go overboard
So far away from home
And when it’s calm, we watch the Dolphins at the bow
Dancing on the foam
Scrub away boys, clean the boards and shine the rail
A keelhaul waits you if you fail
You’de better scrub away
Eat away boys, your supper is some mouldy bread
And when you’re done a dirty bed
You’de better eat away
To disobey, is to have the cat o’ nine tails
Strip your flesh from bone
While down below, with grog in hand , the singing man
Would break a heart of stone
Row away boys, yonder lies an unknown land
We’ll leave our footprints in the sand
You’de better row away
Hide away boys, and leave behind a life of pain
We’ll not be pressganged ne’er again
Not if we hide away
But once on land, I opened up the rum
For I’d a thirst like ne’er before
Now here I am , back aboard a heaving ship
Pressganged to the sea once more
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Black Rose
04:22
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Black Rose
D Anderson 2016 ©
Hello dear Rose, I've come home for a while
I've been wounded in battle but can still raise a smile
As I've fought for this moment for two long hard years
With your face in my head and your voice in my ears
Did you ever forgive me for going away
I remember you cried as you begged me to stay
But the crops had all failed and our money was spent
I thought being a soldier would help pay the rent
Chorus
So I took the kings shilling, cleaned up my old gun
In an act of bravado, not easily undone
They promised us victory and medals galore
So I left Rose behind, went off to the war
And somewhere forgot what the hell I was fighting for
My Rose stands in the distance, alone by the gate
Are my eyes playing tricks, she looks ghostly and faint
I walk up to the house, strangely silent and bare
And the neighbours come out and they all stand and stare
And they tell me they thought I had died long ago
Such a time without news, how could anyone know
And they tell me how my Rose tried to live with the pain
How she took to go walking alone in the rain
Chorus
So I took the kings shilling, cleaned up my old gun
In an act of bravado, not easily undone
They promised us victory and medals galore
So I left Rose behind, went off to the war
And somewhere forgot what the hell I was fighting for
And they tell how she worsened, when no word was sent
How she fought with her demons but they were hellbent
They say, Rose went out one last time in the rain
That she took to the cliffs and was not seen again
And although I still see her, I know that she's gone
For the neighbours see nothing and don't hear her song
But here she is tugging the sleeve of my coat
She wants me to follow her back to the boat
So we stand on the deck, hard pressed to the rail
I can tell that she's cold as her skin is so pale
And I watch as the deckhand casts off the ropes
They crashed down on the quayside along with my hopes
Of a life by her side on the isle that we loved
Where we walked the wild shoreline with the stars up above
But the war drums are calling and now I can't stay
This ship carries me off to a grave far away
Where I'll take the kings shilling and fire my old gun
In reckless bravado, with heroes unsung
Where victory rings hollow in mud, blood and gore
So come on dear Rose let's go back to the war
Where hopefully I'll die for there's nothing worth fighting for
So come on dear Rose
Show me something worth fighting for
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6. |
New York Dawn
04:48
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New York Dawn
2016 D Anderson ©
Sun shines through the buildings, reflecting windows in her eyes
There's a cold wind blowing up 6th avenue
I'm in the town that never sleeps, it should come as no surprise
My body aches, my eyes, they feel like glue.
I'm on the road trip of a lifetime, the sum of all my hopes and fears
Am I really here or is this just a dream
The city she embraces me, she whispers in my ears
She tells me things are not quite what they seem
Although I'm not here for long
I hope I'll see my New York dawn
I came here as an unknown and I'm blending in quite well
Just one of several million so I've been told
Before I leave I'll make my mark, a story I will tell
Then maybe she won't make me feel so old
So I become the tourist rock star, see the sights and play the songs
Every minute's like a never ending day
But all too soon the last gigs done, the night to right all wrongs
I drift outside to catch my breath and pray
That oh, oh, I'll see my New York dawn
And oh, oh, I'll sing my New York song
People shout down yellow cabs, the mornings coming fast
Soon, I'm left alone without a care
In that quiet moment a horse drawn carriage rumbles past
It's so surreal that I just stand and stare
I lean against the Stout doorway, a smile upon my face
Exhausted but my spirit's so alive
It seems I've travelled all my life and never reached that place
But here and now I've finally arrived
And oh, oh, here's my New York dawn
And oh, oh, this is my New York song
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A Man’s a Man for a That
03:10
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A Man's A Man For A' That
G C D
Is there for honest Poverty
G Em
That hings his head, an' a' that;
G C D
The coward slave-we pass him by,
G C D
We dare be poor for a' that!
G C D
For a' that, an' a' that.
G Em
Our toils obscure an' a' that,
G C D
The rank is but the guinea's stamp,
G C D
The Man's the gowd for a' that.
What though on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, an' a that;
Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine;
A Man's a Man for a' that:
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, an' a' that;
The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that.
Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that;
Tho' hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that:
For a' that, an' a' that,
His ribband, star, an' a' that:
The man o' independent mind
He looks an' laughs at a' that.
A prince can mak a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, an' a' that;
But an honest man's abon his might,
Gude faith, he maunna fa' that!
For a' that, an' a' that,
Their dignities an' a' that;
The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth,
Are higher rank than a' that.
Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that.
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That Man to Man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that.
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Smoke from the Barrel
04:25
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Smoke From The Barrel
D Chapman / D Finnie 2012 ©
Dark and wet, in the trenches, where we lay
A blinding fright of light, turns nightime into day
Smoke from the barrel, is all that I can see
Firing blindly to a hidden enemy
Chorus
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
Whichever way you look at it, we`re all some mother’s son
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
At both ends of the barrel, we`re all some mother’s son
Canon thunder, splits the wind and rain
Heavens open, on this hell of burning pain
Do or die, at another man’s behest
This one’s for king and country son
You know it`s for the best
Chorus
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
Whichever way you look at it, we`re all some mother’s son
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
At both ends of the barrel, we`re all some mother’s son
Shadows dancing over no man’s land, as the sun sets in the sky, I ask why ?
My eyes and the smoke are playing tricks on me
Is that my sweetheart, or is it his I see ?
Chorus
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Chuffed ti Bits
04:28
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CHUFFED TO BITS
© 2016 D Anderson/IH Scott
WELL I USED TO LOVE MY BABY
AND I’D LOVE HER AGAIN
BUT THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE
SHE GOT RUN OVER BY A TRAIN
(CHORUS)
SHE WAS CHUFFED TO BITS
SHE WAS CHUFFED TO BITS
YEAH I USED TO LOVE MY BABY
BUT NOW SHE’S ALL OVER THE TRACKS
WELL MY BABY LIVED ALONE
BY THE RAILROAD LINE
WELL THAT’S UNTIL SHE TRIED
TO STOP THE 7.49
(CHORUS)
IF YOU WANT TO CATCH A TRAIN
A STATION IS THE PLACE
IT’S NOT ADVISABLE
TO CATCH A TRAIN WITH YOUR FACE
(CHORUS)
ON THE OVERNIGHT TRAIN
WE WOULD WINE AND DINE
BUT NOW SHE’S ON A SLEEPER
ON THE WAVERLEY LINE
(CHORUS)
SHE WAS FLATMAN…
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Sound the Pibroch
04:52
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Sound the Pibroch
Sound the pibroch loud and high
Frae John o' Groats tae Isle o' Skye
Let every clan their slogan cry
Rise and follow Charlie
Chorus
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
(Hatcheen-fo am fo am and fo am)
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Tha tighin fodham, fodham, fodham
Rise and follow Charlie
See that small devoted band
By dark Loch Shiel they've made their stand
And bravely vowed wi' heart and hand
To rise and Royal Charlie
From every hill and every glen
Are gatherin' fast the loyal men
They grasp their dirks and shout again
Hurrah for Royal Charlie
On dark Culloden's field of gore
Hark they shout Claymore, Claymore
They bravely fight what can they more
Than die for Royal Charlie
Now on the barren heath they lie
Their Funeral Dirge the eagle's cry
Mountain breezes o'er them sigh
Wha' fought and died for Charlie
No more we'll see such deeds again
Deserted is each Highland glen
And lonely cairns are o'er the men
Wha' fought and died for Charlie
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A Bellendaine
05:23
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A Bellendaine
© 2014 IH Scott/D Scott
Gm Bb F C
Chorus
Dm C
"A Bellendaine, A Bellendaine"
Gm Bb F
When the Scott’s cry "There's moonlight again"
Dm C
"A Bellendaine, A Bellendaine"
GM F C
Frae the country that bears yer name
Gm Bb F C
Frae the mists O time, came Uchtred the Scot
Gm Bb F C
Ti the land O the Gaels, frae Eire we forgot
Gm Bb F C
Frae Murthockston, Kirkurd ti Rankleburns view
Gm Bb F Dm C
We made oor new hame, and called it wild Buccleuch
Frae Branxholmes peel toors, and aw up the Ale
The Borthwick, the Allan, Slitrig, Teviotdale
Howpasley, Hoscote and Milsington who
Aw answered the ca’ frae the Bold Buccleuch
Chorus
Frae Roberton, Todshaw and Harden's dark glen
Whitchesters, Borthaugh, were aw Scott men
Falnash and Fenwick, and Allanhaugh
While Goldielands toor looks doon on the Crumhaugh
Whitslade and Todrig and Heedshaw and Woll
The Ale Water Scotts, we could also extoll
Like Satchells auld verse, which serves as oor guide
Burnfit and Shielswood, Synton, Salenside
Chorus
Eb Bb F Eb
Doon Teviot ti Whitehaugh, Stirches, Galalaw
Eb Bb F Eb
Cauldhoose and Alton, Drinkstane and Boonraw
Gm F Dm Eb
Chamberlain Nitton, Horsleyhill, Burnheed
Gm F C
Ti Hassendean the clan they did spreed
Eb Bb F Eb
Ti Ancrum and Aikwood, Raeburn and Wauchope
Eb Bb F Eb
Bonnington, Haining, ti Gala an Dryhope
Gm F Dm Eb
Gorrenberry, Thirlestane, and toor O Tushielaw
Gm F Dm C
Ti the Gilmanscleuch where Auld Wat’s son did fa’
Chorus
Frae Uchtred’s sma’ steps, ti aw ower the land
Frae pole ti pole, the Scott’s made their stand
Wi ‘Amo’ and Stag on a banner O Blue
They aw rally roond ti the flag O Buccleuch
Chorus
Chorus
"A Bellendaine, A Bellendaine"
When the Scott’s cry "There's moonlight again"
"A Bellendaine, A Bellendaine"
Frae the country that bears yer name
Auld Scotland yer Border hame
When the Scott’s cry “A Bellendaine”
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This is Oor Time (Hogmanay)
© 2016 IH Scott
Come in frae the cauld, feel the warmth o yer kith n kin
Frae the young an the auld, an sei the new year in
Aw the bairns up late, aye sneakin a wee dram
First Fit at the gate, wi lump o coal in his hand
Chorus
Aye this Oor time (Oor time)
And we live everyday O
Like the first chime (first chime)
At Hogmanay O
Auld freends back hame, an pledges are promised
For a new stert again and vows for the morn
All the eyes on the clock, an glasses replenished
Time ti take stock, o the auld year nearly done
Chorus
When the fireworks light the sky
And the pipes play Auld Lang Syne
Wi a tear in oor ee
We’ll tak a hand o thine
So live for the day, afore the last strike
Steals yer breath away and the cinders ti ash
Raise a glass ti the past and toast the new day O
For it may be yer last
Hogmanay O
Chorus
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13. |
Auld Lang Syne
05:10
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Auld Lang Syne
Trad
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!
Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
And pou'd the gowans fine;
But we've wander'd mony a weary fit,
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.
We twa hae paidl'd in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.
And there's a hand, my trusty fere!
And gie's a hand o' thine!
And we'll tak a right gude-willie waught,
For auld lang syne.
For auld, &c.
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