Tynecastle - by
I never get doun to Tynecastle thae days
/ It’s a guid lang while nou sen I’ve been
/ I never get doun to…
nostalgia
Milk - by
Your custom often
/ when the house was still
/
/ to brew milky coffee
/ and reminisce.
/
/ Child care experts would have frowned
/ on my late hours,
/
/ The bitter…
Grandpa’s Soup - by
No one makes soup like my Grandpa’s,
/ with its diced carrots the perfect size
/ and its diced potatoes the perfect size
/ and its…
Eilean Fraoich - by
“Eilean fraoich, Eilean fraoich,”
/ ann an solus uaine
/ eadar d à bh ù th
/ air Sauchiehall St. …
Nuair a bha sinn òg - by
Nuair a bha sinn òg bhiodh uisge ann,
/ is sinn a’ bualadh chlachan air na pòlaichean
/ telegraf gun stad.
/
/ Bhiodh aon each ’na…
Lachin Y Gair (Dark Lochnagar) - by
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
/ In you let the minions of luxury rove,
/ Restore me the rocks where the…
The Soldiers’ Cairn - by
Gie me a hill wi’ the heather on’t,
/ An’ a reid sun drappin’ doon,
/ Or…
Ettrick - by
When we first rade down Ettrick,
/ Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
/ The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
/ An’…
A Border Burn - by
Gie me a Border burn
That canna rin without a turn,
And wi’ its bonnie babble fills
The glens amang oor native hills.
Langsyne, When Life was Bonnie - by
Langsyne, when life was bonnie,
/ An’ a’ the skies were blue,
/ When ilka thocht took blossom,
/ …