Song Lyrics
SANDS OF TIME
(Jock Purdon)
From London, legal terrorists rule with hands of gold
Buying trust with golden dust while livelihoods are sold
By way of stealth, they build their wealth and decorate their bode
Beneath the gate the worms wait in clay so cruel and cold
From Caledonia's highland hills while Scotia's sons did sleep
They cleared the glens of highland men, more profit's made from sheep
But sons of sons they soon forgot, no tears of hate to weep
And like their Gaelic cousins all, their fate they did not keep
Once more Erin's well worn womb one more martyr's born
And from her gory history book, a blood-stained page is torn
That day in May, what can I say, for no one understands
That 'tis for the way I feel, Good-bye Bobby Sands
SAVE THE WHALES
When my grandpa was boy he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of a whale shootin' its spout and flashin' its tail
Then he had a sailor's dream of cruisin' round the salty seas of
Joinin' up with a whaling crew go out and kill him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the riggin' in the afternoon, swabbin' the decks and sharpening harpoons
Chorus:
Ooh way and up she rises Ooh way and up she rises
Ooh way and up she rises early in the morning
Lots of whales in the deep blue sea and we kill them for the industry
We drag them alongside cut them in two melt them down and sale it to you
There hardly is a sailor awhile who can keep the tears from his eyes
When he remembers the good old days when there were no whales to save
Now we can thank the companies for scouring the deep blue seas
Looking for ivory and perfume and oil to light your living room
Chorus:
Ooh way and up she rises Ooh way and up she rises
Ooh way and up she rises early in the morning
Shanghaied by the light of the moon, set out of Boston in the middle of June
After six months I left sea, nothing but death and misery
Set out on freezin' cruise a union ship, a union crew
After six months you begin to see, whalin's not what it used to be
Modern ship, a modern crew, with sonar scopes and exploding harpoons
Mechanical boat made out of steel, a floating machine built to kill the whale
Chorus
Ooh way and up she rises Ooh way and up she rises
Ooh way and up she rises early in the morning
SAY HELLO TO THE PROVOS
Chorus:
Say hello to the Provos, say hello to the brave,
Say hello to the Provos and Ireland shall be saved.
Well it all happened in 71,
When Internment had begun,
And we were taken by the point of a gun,
Remember, we shall re member.
Now many a battle has been fought and won,
Many a home has lost a son,
Long Kesh's gates shall soon be undone,
Remember, we shall remember.
The UFF and the SAS
Assassinations at their best,
Innocent people they put ot their deaths,
Remember, we shall remember.
O'Connell we honour your name,
Those British patrols you put them to shame,
For Stormont's downfall you were to blame,
Remember, we shall remember.
So put your faith in the Provos, put your faith in the brave,
Put your faith in the Provos and Ireland shall be saved.
SCHIEHALLION
(Gordon Menzies)
Come charge up your glasses and let's drink a toast,
To the bold Scottish heroes and the proud Scottish host
To the battles we've won and the few that we've lost,
Here's a health tae the back o' Schiehallion
The Blue Belle of Scotland is hangin' her head
And the lion once rampant is lying like dead
To grieve for their country whose courage has fled
Far awa' tae the back o' Schiehallion
Chorus:
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o' Schiehallion
God speed the day when the Scots are awake
The fetters of England to crack and to break
And stand by their freedom their birthright to take
Here's a health tae the back o' Schiehallion
Chorus:
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o' Schiehallion
Schiehallion, Schiehallion, I hear your voice calling
Across the great glen to the coast of Argyle
The Lowlands, the Highlands, the Borders, the Islands
All drink tae the back o' Schiehallion
SCORN NOT HIS SIMPLICITY
(Phil Coulter)
See the child with golden hair, but eyes that show the emptiness inside
Do we know, can we understand just how he feels or have we really tried
See him them there as he stands alone
And watches children play a children's game
Simple child, he looks almost like the others,
But they know he's not the same
Chorus:
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity Oh no, oh no, oh no
See him stare, not recognizing that kind face that only yesterday he loved
The loving face of a mother
Who can't understand what she's been guilty of
How she cried tears of happiness,
The day the doctor told it's a boy
Now she cries, tears of helplessness
And thinks of all things he can't enjoy
Chorus:
Scorn not his simplicity
But rather try to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity Oh no, oh no, oh no
SCOTLAND OWNS ME
(Gordon Menzies)
Scotland owns me, heart and head and hand
Scotland owns me, and I own no other land
I've got nae wish to die for Scotland
For that would nae gain a thing
But for every waking hour I'll live to see her free again
Freedom from what asks the quisling
Our English Lords are kind, aye
But while Scotland's laws are English made, I'll ken nae piece of mind
The quisling cries aloud again
See poverty is dead, there's hostels for the sick
And the poor, and old, aye all are fed
Dinna bite the hand that feeds you; pal, my faither always said
There's dole queue's for the living and death grants for the dead
Aye, if a man can find nae work, the dole m'aye provide
But can a man still be a man, if he's lost his pride
This land of was surely pockled for the ancient Celtic tribe
While mony a Scottish, Judas hand received a Saxon bribe
A land of heroes once we were, micht be again nae doubt
But quisling traitors, dank and foul, must still be weeded out
When Robert Bruce had claimed the throne and independence rocked
He wasn't King of Scotland, but created King of Scots
And so this land of Scotland cannot be owned by man
But borrowed by our ain folk, for length of one life span
Aye, Scotland owns me, heart and hand and head
And the sovereign soil of Scotland can claim me when I'm dead
SCOTLAND TOMORROW
(Gordon Menzies)
Chorus:
Scotland fight on for glory, Scotland we'll sing your story
Scotland today tomorrow, we'll follow you to victory
See the barren moor at Rannoch See the Tummels waters glide
See forlorn the fields at Ebboch where so many heroes died
Gaze across the empty glen of Caithness, Ross and Sutherland
Think upon the future of your homeland
Chorus:
Scotland fight on for glory, Scotland we'll sing your story
Scotland today tomorrow, we'll follow you to victory
Hail the hallowed hall of Scoon where destiny once proudly lay
And St. Andrew's ancient kingdom lies beyond the Firth O' Tay
Breathe the air at Sterling Bridge where mighty Wallace made his stand
Thinking on the future of his homeland
Chorus:
Scotland fight on for glory, Scotland we'll sing your story
Scotland today tomorrow, we'll follow you to victory
See the sunset o'er the Cumrae; bronze the new turned fields of Ayr
Where Burns plowed and penned his verse
For brothers o'er the world to share
Roxburgh, Dumfries and Berwick sentries at the borders stand
Thinking on the future of their homeland
Chorus:
Scotland fight on for glory, Scotland we'll sing your story
Scotland today tomorrow, we'll follow you to victory
Quite now the Clyde side shipyard, cold and still the foundry gate
Silence now the worker's waiting knowing not for what they wait
Comfort find in one another sharing poverty we stand
Thinking on the future of our homeland
Chorus:
Scotland fight on for glory, Scotland we'll sing your story
Scotland today tomorrow, we'll follow you to victory
SCOTLAND WILL FLOURISH
Scotland will flourish by the sweat of labor
The strength of our will and the force of our mind
Forget the old battles, those days are over
Hatred corrupts and friendship refines
Let the Scots be a nation proud of their heritage
With an eye to the future and a heart to forgive
And let us be rid of those bigots and fools
Who will not let Scotland live and let live
Let us govern over country wisely and fairly
Let each man and woman work with a will
And Scotland will flourish secure in the knowledge
That we reap our own harvest and ring our own till
And let us be known for our kind hospitality
A hand that is open proper to friends
A hard working people, proud and unbending
Scotland will thrive and win out in the end
Scotland will flourish by the sweat of labor
The strength of our will and the force of our mind
Forget the old battles, those days are over
Hatred corrupts and friendship refines
So let us be known for our kind hospitality
A hand that is open proper to friends
A hard working people, proud and unbending
Scotland will thrive and win out in the end
SCOTLAND WILL RISE
(Duncan/Watson)
The sun is now setting over the hill
The river runs blood in the glen
Cold are the Clan's men never to see
Scotland will rise again
Rise again, rise again, rise with the sun
Scotland will rise again
Voices are silent that once cried for war
The brave ones that battled are gone
The pibroch is sounding but they do not hear
Scotland will rise again
Rise again, rise again, rise with the sun
Scotland will rise again
Pride in our blood now answers the call
To honor the dreams of our men
Their spirit unbroken, still marches on
Scotland will rise again
Rise again, rise again, rise with the sun
Scotland will rise again
Scotland will rise again
Rise again, rise again, rise with the sun
Scotland will rise again
SCOTS, WHA HAE
Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
On to victorie.
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power,
Chains and slaverie.
Wha would be a traitor-knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
Let him turn and flie:
Wha for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or free-man fa',
Let him follow me.
By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free!
Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!
Let us Do - or Die!!!
SCOTTISH HOLIDAY
So you think your going tae the North to spend a holiday
Cause your vaguely Scottish on your Mother's side
And you've heard of ancient glories both renowned in song and story
Kilts and Haggis, Andy Stewart and Rock Clyde
Ye go up by Crye and Larrick that's the gateway to North
And the scenery with please your eyes I'm sure
Ye take oot your picnic basket cause your car has blown a gasket
In the middle of a place called Rannoch Moor
So you telephone the garage listed in the tourist guide
That was published for you by the R.A.C.
But by design or by intention or they just forgot to mention
That the garage closes down by half past three
So you're towed behind this tractor to a corrugated shed
That's surrounded by farm implements and carts
And you scratch your head and wonder why you ever bought a Honda
Cause they'll to send to Tokyo for the parts
So you board the train for Obin and get the boat to Mull
Feeling like you've had a night upon the tiles
You paid eighty pence for coffee with a tang of diesel oil
You're experiencing the swindle of the Isles.
But pulse begins to quicken with the thoughts of berry pickin'
So you take a trip to Gorry for a spell
With some Wellies of your mother's the she bought at Ally Brothers
And a Gideon Bible pinched from your hotel
So you're stand pickin' rasps being stung to death by wasps
The midges and the clags are makin' free
And the bairns have ate the berries and contracted dysentery
Cause last week they sprayed the crop with DDT
So you're heading back to Birmingham more water logged than tanned
But no signs of habitation can you see
When you thought you were in Barrick your were actually in Larrick
Cause some vandal change the signpost in Dundee
THE SCOTTISH SOLDIER
(Andy Stewart)
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier
Who wandered far away and soldiered far away
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder
He's fought in many a fray, and fought and won.
He'd seen the glory and told the story
Of battles glorious and deeds neforious
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 island hills, they're not my land's hills
And 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, in that far land,
He called his piper, his trusty piper
And bade him sound a lay a pibroch sad to play
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus
And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier
Will wander far no more and soldier far no more
And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside
You'll see a piper play his soldier home.
He'd seen the glory, he'd told his story
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious
The bugles cease now, he is at peace now
Far from those green hills of Tyrol.
Chorus
THE SCOTTISH SONG
(Adam McNaughtan)
When the Scots had smashed the Norsemen, like steelies against jauries,
The Generals, Macbeth and Banquo, walked it back to Forres,
They met three dames that did a kind of fortune-tellin' thing,
We'll halt Macbeth and tell him he'd be Cawdor, Glam's and King.
Then Macbeth fell in a trance but Banquo says, "hold on a wee,
"Ye've a lot tae say to him, have ye got anythin' for me?"nbsp;
The witches said, "The good news first an' then the bad we'll tell:
"Ye'll father lots a kings but ye'll no' be one yourself."
When the King said, "You're the holder o' the title ’Thane o' Cawdor'".
Macbeth was fair excited an' ambitious tae get on
But his jaw near hit the floor when he heard the King declare,
"My boy's the Prince o' Cumberland an' heir tae the throne."
Macbeth, afore the rest, went rushin' hameward at full tilt,
Tae let his wife know she wid need tae air the king-size quilt.
She says, "Ye're mad tae say it or else Duncan's off his heid.
’Cause if he sleeps here the night he's gonna waken up deid.
Then Macbeth convinced himself that his motives were the best:
That he widnae murder Duncan as his cousin, King an' guest.
"Ye're a coward, ye're a beast an' ye don't love me!" says his wife,
"An' we'll blame it on the guards." Says he, "Just ca' me ’Mac the Knife!'"
So he killt Duncan and his lady smeart the drunken
Guards wi' blood an says, "C'moan tae bed.
It's easy as snuff."nbsp; But Malcolm shot the craw,
so did Donalbain an' all An' they didnae baffle Banquo an' they didnae fool Macduff.
So Macbeth invited Banquo to a feast as guest o' honour,
After hirin' three miscreants tae mak' sure he was a goner.
An' at the feast he simpered about Banquo no' bein' there
But then he had tae stand ’cause Banquo's ghost wis in his chair.
But what made him lose his marbles was when one o' the miscreants
Came and said that they'd killed Banquo, but they'd missed the fleein' Fleance.
"Avaunt!" he starts, but Lady Mac says, "Folks, the party's closed,
"An' ye must excuse ma husband, he's a wee bit indisposed."
Banquo's line upon the throne just so obsessed his whole subconscious
That he ordered them tae kill Macduff's wife, kids, cats, dogs, the lot.
Lady Mac says, "Ah must try, if anythin' that Ah can buy.
Muphry's Oil Soap to shift this bloody spot.
But Macduff was off tae England for tae fetch back Malkie,
An' the boy says, "Ah'm nae use. Just a randy greedy alkie."nbsp;
Cries Macduff, "My hopes end here!" Malkie says, "I'm only kiddin'
"An' I'll tak' an army north an' cut doon trees tae keep it hidden."nbsp;
THE SCOTTISH SONG (continued)
Macbeth meanwhile decided the weird sisters he'd get haud ae (hold of)
An' he found them boilin' soup wi' Tartars' lips tae give it body,
An' they tellt him he could no' be killt by man that's born o' wumman,
An' he didnae need tae fear till he saw Birnam wood was comin.
So Macbeth became quite gallus and he'd nothin' left but malice,
He couldnae show emotions like compassion, joy or sorra,
When he heard his wife had died, he just said, "Ah would've cried,
"If it had been the morra an' the morra an' the morra."
Though all his pals had skited it, he was safe in Dunsinane,
And he past the time by puttin' armour on an' off again.
Then the news that Birnam would was on the march gave him a scare.
He says, "We'll fight ootside, Ah don't want blood all o'er ma flair."nbsp;
He wis swashin', he was bucklin', he talked Siward's boy tae death,
But his confidence was shattered when Macduff shouts,
"Hey, Macbeth!"nbsp; "Against men o' women born," he says, "Ah've got divine protection."nbsp;
Quips Macduff, "Ah was delivered by Caesarian section."
Then Macduff cut aff his heid an' when he saw that he was deid,
Malkie says, "Yese a' are earls, come on along tae Scone."nbsp;
So now the play is played and there's one thing tae be said:
It's just half the length o' "Hamlet" when the curtain comes doon.