Andy M. Stewart piosenki

Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven. Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae muckle ado. Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae muckle ado; We hae tales to tell, An' we hae sa...

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken And they had to seek out new homes far away Oh shame on the tyrants who brought desolation Who bani...

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side On the morning we parted, how sad the farewell Our words, they were few, but...

It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you When hope was an ocean-pounding heart Then lov...

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn, an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist- A consequence I draw that. Chorus For a' that, an' a' that, And twice as meikle's a' that; The bonie lass that I loe best She'll be my ain...

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps While around her sweet lovers are sighing But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps For her heart with his cold grave is lying She sings the wild songs of her own native home Every note which h...

It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain; My Love and Native Land fareweel, For I ma...

They say Victoria loved our Highlands Well, that's because she owned them all A feather pen and an iron fist Put a people's back against the wall The silent sheilings tell their tale Of burning thatch and of ruined door Of families driven from their home...

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo! Then haloo, haloo, haloo,Grigalach! If they rob us o...

There was a lord, lived in this town Who had a handsome, lovely daughter. She was courted by a fair young man Who was a servant to her father. But when her parents they came to know They swore theyd send him from the island. The maid she knew her heart w...

Monday Morning 6 A.M. the clock rings off the wall Now I'm standing tae attention in my bare feet in the hall Wi' one leg doon my troosers I can find nae socks at all But I'm a coiled spring of industry respondin' to your call. Monday Morning, why do you...

Late in the evening when the gloamin' comes down It's deep in the country I'll be When all the wild creatures and all sensible men Are seekin' their beds I'll roam free. Where the wild salmon spring through a peat water ring And the blackbird and the thru...

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore; I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low; Though' many's the pleasant days we spent in the Glen of Aherlow. My father died; I closed...

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a hunting No shoes nor stockings did she wear And neither had she cap nor feather But her golden hair hung in...

I am a ramblin’ Irishman It’s Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not endure Like others of my station To America I sailed away And left this Irish nation Rie tan tah na nah...

There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin. Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin', Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', Robin! Our mona...

My bonnie barque floats light and free Across the surging foam It bears me far from Innisfail To seek a foreign home A lonely exile traveller 'Neath misfortune's cruel frown Away from home and the friends so dear In sweet King Williams Town While here...

My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid, Tae the weaver's gin ye go, I rede ye richt, gang ne'er at nicht, Tae the weaver's...

When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, ``Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to mak' brose to your supper.'' Then my conscience was narrow and pure, But someway by random it rackit; For I lifted twa neivef...

Have you seen him on the corner And his lip would reach the pavement. He's been hiding from his razor, Is he not an awful sight? In love he was the purist, How he's frightening our tourists. If he'd gone and asked his father Oh, I'm sure he'd set him ri...