Sum Favrit Scottish Sangs

[Heelandcoo]

These awe stir mah soul
an gee me goosebumps

Scottish Soldier

There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away.
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in many a fray and fought and won.
He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious.
But now he's sighing his heart is crying,
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus:
Because these green hills are not highland hills,
Or the Islands hills they're not my lands hills,
As fair as these green foreign hills may be,
They are not the hills of home.
And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling,
And he will fade away, on that dark land.
He called his piper, his trusty piper,
And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play,
Upon a hillside but Scottish hillside,
Not on these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus:
And now this soldier this Scottish soldier,
Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more.
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
You'll see a piper play this soldier home.
He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious.
But he will cease now, he is at peace now,
Far from these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus: repeat Chorus:

[Heelandcoo]

Flower O' Scotland
Words by Roy Williamson
Music by Barry Taylor
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen?
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again!
The hills are bare now,
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held.
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again!
Those days are past now,
And in the past they must remain.
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again!
That stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again!
O Flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen?
And stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward
Tae think again!

[Heelandcoo]

This Yin Aye mak's me greet


My Ain Folk
Far frae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return,
To my ain folk ower yonder, in the sheiling by the burn.
I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae:
And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-world lay.
And it's oh! but I'm longin' for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be,
At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.
0' their absent ane they're telling, the auld folk by the fire:
And I mark the swift tears welling, as the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
How the mither wad caress me, were I but by her side:
Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy seas divide.
And it's oh! but I'm longin' for my ain folk,
Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk:
I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be
At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.

[Heelandcoo]

by Robert Burns
This is the third of three versions written by the author.


Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair;
How can ye chant, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu' o' care!
Ye'll break my heart, ye warbling bird,
That wantons thro' the flowering thorn:
Ye minds me o' departed joys,
Departed--never to return!
Oft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine;
And ilka bird sang o' its luve,
And fondly sae did I o' mine.
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Fu' sweet upon its thorny tree;
And my fause lover staw my rose,
But, ah! he left the thorn wi' me.

[bawheid]

lol angel hen yi huv me singin noo

[Heelandcoo]

Wee Lish............. aye guid tae mak' folk sing...lol
means yur happy

Angel x