Cam Ye By Atholl
 
Cam ye by Atholl lad wi' the philabeg
Down by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry?
Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades
Down from their mountains to follow Prince Charlie

Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie

I have but one son my gallant young Donald
But had I ten, they would follow Prince Charlie
Health to McDonald and gallant Clan Ronald
These are the men I can trust wi' my Charlie

Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie

I'll go to Lochiel and Appin and kneel to them
Down by Lord Murray and Roy o' Kildarlie
Brave McIntosh he will fly to the field wi' them
These are the men that would die for their Charlie

Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie

Down through the lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore
Loyal true higlanders down wi' them rarely
Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the broad claymore
Over the necks of the foes o' Prince Charlie

Follow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie.

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The Croppy Boy
   

It was early, early all in the spring
The birds did whistle and sweetly sing
Changing their notes from tree to tree
And the song they sang was old Ireland free

It was early, early all in the night
The yoeman cavalry gave me a fright
The yoeman cavalry were my downfall
And taken was I by Lord Cornwall

As I was walking up Wexford Hill
Oh, who would blame me to cry my fill?
I looked behind and I looked before
But my aged mother I shall see no more

As I was walking up Wexford Street
My own first cousin I chanced to meet
My own first cousin did me betray
And for one bare guinea sold my life away

As I was mounted on the platform high
My aged father was standing by
My aged father did me deny
And the name he gave me was the croppy boy

It was in Dungannon this young man died
And in Dungannon his body lies
So all good people who do pass by
Just drop a tear for the croppy boy.

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A Note:

Mrs T is graduating. Three cheers and a Tiger!

The Lammas Tide

Now it fell about the Lammas Tide
When the muirmen whin their hay
The doughty Douglas bound him ride
Into England to drive a prey
He chose the Gordons and the Grahams
The Lindsays light and gay
But the Jardines wad' not wi' him ride
And they rue it to this day

Now he has burned all the dales o' Tyne
And part o' Bamburghshire
Three tall towers on Reedswire fells
He left them all on fire
He marched up tae Newcastle
And raided round about
Sayin' "Wha's the Lord o' this castle
And wha's the Lady o't?"

Then up bespake proud Percy there
And oh but he spake high
"I am the Lord o' this castle
My wife's the Lady gay"
"If thou art the Lord o' this castle
Sae weel it pleases me
For e'er I cross the border fells
The ane o' us shall dee"

Then he took a lang spear in his hand
Shod wi' the metal free
For tae meet the Douglas there
He rade right furiously
But oh how pale his lady looked
Frae off the castle wall
When down before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fall

Now it fell about the Lammas Tide
When the muirmen whin their hay
The doughty Douglas bound him ride
Into England to drive a prey
He chose the Gordons and the Grahams
The Lindsays light and gay
But the Jardines wad' not wi' him ride
And they rue it to this day.

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The Bonnie Ship the Diamond

The Diamond is a ship, my lads
For the Davis Strait we're bound
The quay it is all garnished
With bonnie lasses 'round
Captain Thompson gives the order
To sail the ocean wide
Where the sun it never sets, my lads
Nor darkness dims the sky

For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale

Along the quay at Peterhead
The lasses stand aroon
Wi' their shawls all pulled around them
And the saut tears runnin' doon
Don't you weep, my bonnie wee lass
Though you be left behind
For the rose will grow on Greenland's ice
Before we change our mind

For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale

Here's a health to the Resolution
Likewise the Eliza Swan
Three cheers for the Battler of Montrose
And the Diamond, ship of fame
We wear the trousers o' the white
The jackets o' the blue
When we get back to Peterhead
We'll hae sweethearts enou'

For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale

It will be bright both day and night
When the Greenland lads come hame
Our ship full up with oil, my lads
And money to our name
We'll make the cradles for to rock
And the blankets for to tear
And every lass in Peterhead sing
"Hushabye, my dear"

For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale
For it's cheer up my lads
Let your hearts never fail
For the bonnie ship the Diamond
Goes a-hunting for the whale.

Mothers, Daughters, Wives

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

You barely just remember
The tears your mother shed
As she sat and read the paper
Through the lists and lists of dead.
And the gold frame held a photograph
Your mother kissed each night.
And the door frame held a shocked
And silent stranger from the frae.

And twenty-one years later,
You had children of your own.
The trumpets sounded once again,
And the soldier boys were gone.
But you made their guns and drove their trucks
And you tended to their wounds.
At night you kissed their photograph
And prayed for safe returns.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

And when it was all over
You had to learn again
To be just wives and mothers,
Tho' you'd done the work of men.
But you worked to help the needy
And you never trod on toes.
And the photo on the mantlepiece
Struck a happy family pose.

But your daughters grew to women
And your little boys to men.
And you wished that you were dreaming
When the call up came again.
But you bravely smiled and held your tears
As you proudly waved goodbye.
But the photo on the mantel piece
It always made you cry.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away wi' drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

Now you're getting older
And in time the photos fade.
In widowhood you sit there
And reflect on the parade.
And the passing of your memories
How your daughter change their lives.
Seeing more to their existences
Than mothers, daughters, wives.

The first time it was fathers,
The last time it was sons
In between your husbands
Marched away with drums and guns.
But you never thought to question.
You just went on wi' your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives.

Aye you never thought to question.
You just went on with your lives.
Cause all they taught you who to be,
Was mothers, daughters, wives. 

The Corries

Quiet Lands of Erin


By myself I'd be in Árdaí Chuain
Where the mountains stand away
Oh 'tis there I'd let the Sundays go
In the Cuckoo's Lair abower the bay

Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó
Éire londubh is ó
And the Quiet Land o' Erin

Oh my heart is weary all alone
And it sends a lonely cry
To the land that sings beyond my dreams
And the lonely Sundays pass me by

Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó
Éire londubh is ó
And the Quiet Land o' Erin

Oh I'd ravel back the twisted years
In the bitter wasted wind
If the God above would let me lie
In the quiet glades abower the whin

Agus och, och Éire 'lig is ó
Éire londubh is ó
And the Quiet Land o' Erin

Massacre of Glencoe
 

O cruel is the snow
That sweeps glencoe
And covers the grave o donald
And cruel was the foe
That raped glencoe
And murderd the house of
Macdonald

They came in a blizzard
We offered them heat
A roof o'er their heads
Dry shoes for their feet
We wined them and dined them
They ate of our meat
And they slept in the house of
Macdonald

They came from fort william
Wi' murder in mind
The campbells had orders
King william had signed
Put all to the sword
These words were underlined
And leave none alive called
Macdonald

They came in the night
When the men were asleep
This band o' argyles
Through snow soft and deep
Like murdering foxes
Among helpless sheep
They slaughtered the house of
Macdonald

Some died in their beds
At the hand of the foe
Some fled in the night
And were lost in the snow
Some lived to accuse him
That struck the first blow
But gone was the house of
Macdonald.

I Will Go Lyrics


I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier.
I will go, I will go

When the King's son came along
He called us all together
Saying, brave heilan men
Will you fight for my father.
I will go, I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

I've a buckle on my belt
A sword in my scabbard
A red coat on my back
And a shilling in my pocket
I will go I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

When they put us all on board
The lassies were singing
But the tears came to their eyes
When the bells started ringing
I will go, I will go

When we landed on the shore
And saw the foreign heather
We knew that some would fall
And would stay there forever
I will go, I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

When we came back to the glen
The winter was turning
Our goods lay in the snow
And our houses were burning
I will go
I will go

I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go
When the fighting is over
To the land of McLeod
That I left to be a soldier
I will go, I will go

Cam Ye by Atholl

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Cam' ye by Athol, lad wi' the philabeg,
Down by the Tummel, or banks of the Garry?
Saw ye the lads, wi' their bonnets an' white cockades,
Leaving their mountains to follow Prince Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou lov'd an' trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie.

I hae but ae son, my gallant young Donald;
But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry;
Health to MacDonald and gallant Chan Ronald,
For these are the men that will die for their Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou lov'd an' trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie.

I'll go to Lochiel, and Appin, and kneel to them;
Down by Lord Murray and Roy of Kildarlie;
Brave Mackintosh, he shall fly to the field wi' them;
These are the lads I can trust wi' my Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou lov'd an' trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie.

Down by thro' the Lowlands, down wi' the whigamore,
Loyal true Highlanders, down wi' them rarely;
Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the braid claymore,
Over the necks o' the foes o' Prince Charlie.
Follow thee, follow thee, wha wadna follow thee?
Long has thou lov'd an' trusted us fairly!
Charlie, Charlie, wha wadna follow thee?
King o' the Highland hearts, bonnie Charlie. 

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