Andy M. Stewart piosenki

There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well And in her uncle's garden their tender love did tell. So early one morning this old man he a...

The lass that I loo'ed first of all Was handsome young and fair Wi' her I spent some happy nichts Alang the banks o' Ayr Wi' her I spent some happy nichts Whaur yon wee burnie rows Whaur the echo mocks the corncrake Amongst the Whinny Knowes We loved...

When I was a young apprentice and less than compos mentis I took leave of all my senses with a maid I fell in love. Her ringlets so entwined me Aphrodite's smile did blind me Cupid's arrow struck behind me and her father owned a pub. It was there I met...

THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing. To wander alone by the winds beaten hill. But the day-star attracted his eyes sad devotion, For it rose o'er...

Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guid-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you lodge a leal poor man?" Laddie wi my tow-ro-ae Well the nicht being cauld, the carle being wat It's doon ayant the ingle he s...

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes To give her a token of his love, we suppose "Mary, oh Mary, if I could be your man Between you and d...

As I came in by Auchindoun, A little wee bit frae the town, When to the Highlands I was bound To view the Haughs of Cromdale. I met a man in tartan trews, I spiered at him what was the news, Quo' he, "The Highland army rues That e'er we came to Cromdale...

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out. Who can tell the true physic to all that's...

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which way for to roam. Yet I'll never return to Hibernia's green bowers, For tyranny tramples the sweetest...

Being on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road to Jackson Town My fortune to renew I cursed all foreign money no credit could I gain Which filled my heart with longing for The lakes of Ponchartrain I stepped on board of...

I'm wearin' awa', Jean Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There 's nae sorrow there, Jean, There 's neither cauld nor care, Jean, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Ye, aye,were leal and true, Jean, Ye...

When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind Dearie...

I came from the land of the long grass and gorse I flew with the eagle and I ran with the horse And I played with the wild wind and whistled its tune I ebbed with the ocean and slept in the moon Chorus: And you brought me down gently You brought me down...

Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor, Dang doun the steeple and fuddled the bell. The steeple was doun but the kirk was still staunin', They biggit a lum whaur the...

Oh, there're sober men in plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl. But gie me a ramblin' rover, And fae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country over And together we'll face the world....

Come gather 'round you freeborn men And draw your chairs to mine. And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understand. And of the English armies, That marched in for to stay. Oh that night they wounded Old Ireland, And she's bleeding to this day....

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke side, there's ower mony wooin' at her Ch...

My heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus.-To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids, To the weaver's gin ye go; I rede you right, gang ne'er at night, To the weaver's...

Where are you tonight I wonder And where will you be tonight when I cry? Will sleep for you come easy, Though I alone can't slumber Will you welcome in the morning At another man's side? How easy for you the years slipped under And left me a shadow the...

Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine and brandy And medals find and dandy, O will ye go to Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh dinnae go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o! Dinnae go tae Flanders, my...