Moonlight Again

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Patti I love the album. Pressganged is probably my favourite at the moment but really enjoyed it all. Thank you for your hard work. Xx
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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!"
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!
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.
Pressganged 03:50
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
Black Rose 04:22
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
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
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.
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
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
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”
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
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.


released September 24, 2016


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Scocha Hawick, UK

Scottish music and songs combined with original arrangements
of Scottish Classics, peppered with banter, fun, and the feel good factor!

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