from The Bruce - by
A! Fredome is a noble thing
/ Fredome mays man to haiff liking.
/ Fredome all solace to man giffis,
/ He levys at es that…
A! Fredome is a noble thing
/ Fredome mays man to haiff liking.
/ Fredome all solace to man giffis,
/ He levys at es that…
Skint, baw ragged, poackets ful eh ma
/ fingers, cannae afford tae burn toast an
/ it’s November. Christmas is close. Av been
/ away bit…
The road was liker a burn :
/ But the trees in the glen were new in leaf,
/ Ilk bairn I met had…
Ye’d wonder foo the seasons rin
This side o’ Tweed an’ Tyne;
The hairst’s awa’; October-month
Cam in a whilie syne,
But the stooks are oot in Scotland yet
I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,
/ For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,
/ Yon…
‘Say efter me,’ said Rab, as he gied the waen
/ a hauf-croun muckle ‘s the muin i the middle air,
/ the siller…
Preeve you tae me thare’s natiounhood,
/ and I sall preeve thare’s nane;
/ an that’s as gyte as your belief
/ that needs nae pruif…
(Tune: The Cardin O’t)
/
/ I’m thinkin noo the years gane by
/ micht weel be thon furst year we met
/ whan tyme an tyde…
The heid-bummer, prood wi a ryaltie o a shillin a ton
/ lik the hovein o the coals alow the hauch o…
Me, an’ Jean, an’ the bairn;
/ The wee lad spierin’ an’ starin’;
/ Daunderin’ quiet an’ douce-like doun
/ The Menin road into Ypres toun.
/ ‘Did…
Ay, gie’s ma rum. I’m needin’t sair, by God!
/ We’ve juist been bringin’ Wullie doun the line –…
Ower the hills by Lauderdale
/ The road swings lang and free;
/ And, eastart by Pencaitland,
/ It brings ye to the sea;
/ By Dalkeith and…
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