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Jock sent a letter tae Dunbar
Sayin' Cherlie meet me gin ye daur
It's I'll learn ye the erts o' war
If ye meet me here in the morning
Cherlie read the letter upon
He drew his sword its scabbard from
Sayin' follow me my merry men
And we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning
Chorus:
Hey Johnnie Cope are ye walking yet?
And are your drums a-beating yet?
If you were walking I would wait
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning
Come noo Johnnie be as good as your word
And let us try baith fire and sword
Dinnae flee like a frightened bird
Thats gone frae its nest in the morning
When Johnnie Cope he heard o' this
He said tae himself it widnae be amiss
Gin I saddle my horse in readiness
Tae gang a flee in the morning
Chorus
Bye noo Johnnie get up and rin
The heiland bagpipes mak a din
Its better tae sleep wi' a hale skin
It'll be a bloody morning
When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar came
They speired at him, "where's a' your men?"
The deil confound me I dinnae ken
I left them a' in the morning
Chorus
Come noo Johnnie ye werenae plait
Tae come wi' the news o' your ane defeat
And leave your men in sic a state
Sae early in the morning
Wait quo' Johnnie I got sic' flegs
Wi' their claymores and philabegs
Gin I meet them again Deil brak' my legs
I bid you all good morning
Chorus
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A trooper lad came here ae night
Wi' riding he was weary
A trooper lad cam' here ae night
When the moon shone bright and clearly
She's taen the trooper by the haun
And let him tae her chamber
She's gied him cheese and wine tae drink
And the wine it was like amber
Chorus:
Bonnie lassie I'll lie near ye noo
Bonnie lassie I'll lie near ye
I'll gar all yer ribbons reel
In the morning e'er I leave ye
She's made her bed baith lang and wide
And made it like a lady
She's taen her coatie ower her heid
Saying trooper are ye ready
Chorus
They hadnae been but an 'oor in bed
An 'oor and half a quarter
When drums cam' beatin doon the street
And every beat was shorter
Chorus
And when will you come back again
My own dear soldier laddie
And when will you come back again
And be your bairnies daddy
Bonnie lassie I maun leave ye noo
Bonnie lassie I maun leave ye
When heather bells grow cockle shells
Then I'll come and see ye
She's taen her coatie ower her heid
And followed him up to Stirling
She grew sae fu' she couldnae boo
He left her in Dunfermline
Chorus
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I Once Loved a Lass
03:58
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I once loved a lass, I loved her sae weel
I hated all others that thought o' her ill
But noo she's rewarded me weel for my love
She has gone tae be wed tae another
I saw my love into the church go
Wi' bridegroom and brides maidens they made a fine show
And I followed on wi' my heart fu' o' woe
She was gone tae be wed tae another
I saw my love sit doon tae dine
I sat doon beside her and poured oot the wine
I drank tae that lassie who should hae been mine
Even though she was wed tae another
Oh dig me my grave and dig it sae deep
And cover me ower wi' flooers sae sweet
It's I'll lay me doon and I'll tak' a lang sleep
Aye and maybe in time I'll forget her
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Auld Lang Syne
03:26
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We twa hae rin aboot the braes
And pu'd the gowans fine
We've wandered many's the weary step
Since Auld Lang Syne
We twa he paidled in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine
But seas between us brade he roared
Since Auld Lang Syne
Aye and surely you'll be your pint stoup
And surely I'll be mine
We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne
So here's a hand my trusty frien'
And here's a haud o' thine
We'll drink a right guid wullie waught
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne
For Auld Lang Syne my dear
For Auld Lang Syne
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
For the sake o' Auld Lang Syne
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A beggar a beggar came ower the lea
He was asking lodgings for charity
He was asking lodgings for charity
Would ye loo a beggar man
Lassie wi' my tow row ray
A beggar a beggar I'll ne'er loo again
I had ae dochter and Jeannie was her name
I had ae dochter and Jeannie was her name
She's awa' wi' the beggar man
Lassie wi' my tow row ray
I'll bend my back and I'll boo my knee
I'll put a black patch o'er my e'e
And a beggar a beggar they'll tak me tae be
And along wi yoo I'll gang
Laddie wi' my tow row ray
Oh lassie oh lassie you're far ower young
And ye hinnae got the cant o' the beggin tongue
And ye hinnae got the cant o' the beggin tongue
And wi' me ye winnae gang
Lassie wi' my tow row ray
She's bent her back and she's boo'd her knee
She's put a black patch o'er her e'e
And she's kilted her skirts up abune her knee
And awa' wi' him she's gan
Laddie wi' my tow row ray
Your dochter Jean's coming ower the lea
She's takin' hame her bairnies three
She has yin on her back aye and another on her knee
And the other yin's toddlin' hame
Lassie wi' my tow row ray
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The Terror Time
04:53
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The heather will fade and the bracken will die
Streams will run cold and clear
And the small birds they'll be going
And it's then that you'll be knowing
That the terror time is here
Where will you go aye and what will ye dae
Noo that the works a' done
And the fermer doesnae need ye
And the cooncil winnae heed ye
And you're on the road again
Woods give no shelter and the trees they are bare
Snow's lying all around
And the children they are crying
For the bed on which they're lying
Is frozen to the ground
When you need the warmth of your own human kind
You're no near a town and then
The sight of you is offending
The police they are sending
And you're on the road again
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The Birkin Tree
02:12
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Oh Lass gin ye would think it richt
Tae gang wi' me this very nicht
And cuddle til the morning licht
By a' the lave unseen oh
And you shall be my dearie
My ane my dearest dearie
And you shall be my dearie
Gin ye'll meet me at e'en oh
I daurnae frae my mammy gae
She locks the door and hides the key
And morn and evening charges me
And aye about the men oh
She says they're a' deceivers
Deceivers, deceivers
She says they're a' deceivers
Ye cannae trust tae ane oh
Oh never mind your mammy's yell
Nae doubt she met your dad hersel'
And should she flyte you may her tell
She's oft times done the same oh
So lassie gies yer hand on't
Your bonnie milk white hand on't
So lassie gies yer hand on't
And scorn tae lie your lane oh
Alas my hand I cannae gie
But aiblins I can steal the key
And meet you at yon birkin tree
That grows doon the glen oh
But dinnae lippen laddie
I cannae promise laddie
So dinnae lippen laddie
In case I cannae win oh
So he's gone tae that birkin tree
In hopes his true love there tae see
When who cam' tripplin ower the lea
But just his bonnie Jean oh
And she's sat doon beside him
Beside him beside him
And she's sat doon beside him
Upon the grass sae green oh
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