1. |
Ca’ the Yowes
05:32
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Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie.
As I gaed down the water-side,
T’was there I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,
Ye sall be my dearie.
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2. |
To Ruin
05:31
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All hail! inexorable lord!
At whose destruction-breathing word,
The mightiest empires fall!
Thy cruel, woe-delighted train,
The ministers of grief and pain,
A sullen welcome, all!
With stern-resolv'd, despairing eye,
I see each aimed dart;
For one has cut my dearest tie,
And quivers in my heart.
Then low'ring, and pouring,
The storm no more I dread;
Tho' thick'ning, and black'ning,
Round my devoted head.
And thou grim Pow'r by life abhorr'd,
While life a pleasure can afford,
Oh! hear a wretch's pray'r!
Nor more I shrink appall'd, afraid;
I court, I beg thy friendly aid,
To close this scene of care!
When shall my soul, in silent peace,
Resign life's joyless day-
My weary heart is throbbing cease,
Cold mould'ring in the clay?
No fear more, no tear more,
To stain my lifeless face,
Enclasped, and grasped,
Within thy cold embrace!
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3. |
Now Westlin Winds
05:57
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Now westlin winds and slaught'ring guns
Bring Autumn's pleasant weather;
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Amang the blooming heather:
Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain,
Delights the weary farmer;
And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night,
To muse upon my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful fells,
The plover loves the mountains;
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells,
The soaring hern the fountains:
Thro' lofty groves the cushat roves,
The path of man to shun it;
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender;
Some social join, and leagues combine,
Some solitary wander:
Avaunt, away! the cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion;
The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry,
The flutt'ring, gory pinion!
But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear,
Thick flies the skimming swallow,
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading-green and yellow:
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
And view the charms of Nature;
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And ev'ry happy creature.
We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shine clearly;
I'll grasp thy waist, and, fondly prest,
Swear how I love thee dearly:
Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely charmer!
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4. |
Parcel o’ Rogues
05:53
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Fareweel to a' our Scottish fame,
Fareweel our ancient glory!
Fareweel ev'n to the Scottish name.
Sae famed in martial story!
Now Sark rins over Salway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's province stands --
Sic’ a parcel o’ rogues in a nation!
O, would, or I had seen the day
That Treason thus could sell us,
My auld grey head had lien in clay
Wi' Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But pith and power, till my last hour
I'll mak this declaration :-
'We're bought and sold for English gold'--
Sic’ a parcel o’ rogues in a nation!
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5. |
To Daunton Me
03:49
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The blude-red rose at Yule may blaw,
The summer lilies bloome in snaw,
The frost may freeze the deepest sea;
But an auld man shall never daunton me!
To daunton me, and me sae young,
Wi' his fause heart and flatterin' tongue!
That is the thing ye ne'er shall see;
For an auld man shall never daunton me.
For a' his meal, for a' his maut,
For a' his fresh beef and his saut,
For a' his gowd and white monie,
An auld man shall never daunton me.
His gear may buy him kye and yowes,
His gear may buy him glens and knowes;
But me he shall not buy nor fee;
For an auld man shall never daunton me.
He hirples twa-fauld, as he dow,
Wi' his teethless gab and auld bauld pow,
And the rain rins doun frae his red-blear'd e'e:
That auld man shall never daunton me
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6. |
Highlander's
04:43
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7. |
Ay Waukin O
04:28
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Summer's a pleasant time
Flowers of every colour
The water runs o'er the heugh
And I long for my true lover
Aye waukin O
Waukin still and weary
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking of my dearie
When I sleep I dream
When I wake I'm eerie
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking of my dearie
Lonely night comes on
And all the lave are sleepin'
I think on my bonnie lad
And blur my eyes wi' weepin'
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8. |
Charlie is my Darling
04:24
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T’was on a monday morning
Right early in the year
That Charlie came to our town
The young chevalier.
Charlie is my darling
My darling, my darling
Charlie is my darling
The young chevalier.
As he was walking doon the street
The city for to view;
O there he spied a bonie lass
The windae peekin' through.
So light he jumped up the stairs
A tirl'd at the pin
And wha's sae ready but herself
To let the laddie in?
He set his Jenny on his knee
All in his highland dress
For brawly weel he kent the way
To please a highland lass
It's up yon heathery mountain
And down yon scroggie glen
We daur nae gang a-milking
For Charlie and all of his men…
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9. |
The Slave’s Lament
05:25
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It was in sweet Senegal that my foes did me enthral,
For the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O:
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
Torn from that lovely shore, and must never see it more;
And alas! I am weary, weary O.
All on that charming coast is no bitter snow and frost,
Like the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O:
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
There streams for ever flow, and there flowers for ever blow,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
The burden I must bear, while the cruel scourge I fear,
In the lands of Virginia,-ginia, O;
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
And I think on friends most dear, with the bitter, bitter tear,
And alas! I am weary, weary O:
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10. |
Stripped to the Bone
04:55
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Bombs fell on your house
Wiped out the whole street
You grab what you can
You’re out on your feet
The bombs keep falling
It’s raining stones
You keep on running
Stripped to the bone
Gave all your money to a smuggler
Boat leaves in the night
Across the dark ocean
Out of the coast guard’s sight
You get to the other side
They can’t send you home
Stuck in no man’s land
Stripped to the bone
Barbed wire fence
Rivers of mud
Damp rots your feet
Screams chill your blood
You got to jump the fence
Dog’s teeth and mouth foam
Took the flesh from your leg
Stripped to the bone
Laying on a park bench
Dirty hands and bare feet
Sleeping in the doorway
In the rain and sleet
Going where the begging’s good
No place to call home
All out of favours
Stripped to the bone
All in a shopping trolley
And plastic bags
One man’s rubbish
Another man’s rags
Washing in the river
Wake with the dawn
Sleep beneath a bridge
Stripped to the bone
What man can endure
Like many men hence
The temple of Zeus
I see through the fence
Surviving earthquakes
A spine of lead and stone
Well I’m still standing too
Stripped to the bone
If this is a man
Then so it be
He’s just as often here
As he’s prospering and free
It must be nature’s law
To be so high on a throne
Then to fall so low
Stripped to the bone
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11. |
Red Jura
05:16
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12. |
The Dusty Miller
02:03
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Hey, the dusty miller,
And his dusty coat,
He will win a shilling,
Or he win a groat
Dusty was the coat,
Dusty was the colour,
Dusty was the kiss
That i gat frae the miller.
Hey the dusty miller,
And his dusty sack;
Leeze me on the calling
Fills the dusty peck:
Fills the dusty peck,
Brings the dusty silver
I wad gae my coatie
For the dusty miller.
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13. |
Band of Burns London, UK
A unique collaboration between 12 international artists, coming together to perform a truly distinct show celebrating the
life, works, and philosophies of Robert Burns.
Scotland's national poet, pioneer of the Romantic Movement, a great source of inspiration to founders of Liberalism and Socialism, a famous womaniser, and an internationally celebrated 'People's Poet'.
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