5 May 2011

Scotland the Brave

A Scottish term of Folksongs this time - in memory of our beloved Parsie. We miss him lots.

The Flower of Scotland

Roy Williamson.

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
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

Those days are passed now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
And stood against him
Proud Edward's army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again

My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose

Rabbie Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
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Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!

The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen

M. Webb

When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me
Come see the Northern Lights my boy
They' re bright as they can be
She called them the heavenly dancers
Merry dancers in the sky
I'll never forget, that wonderful sight
They made the heav ens bright

The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Mean home sweet home to me
The Northern Lights of old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see
I’ve been a wanderer all of my life
Any many a sight I've seen
God speed the day when l' m on my way
To my home in Aberdeen

I've wandered in many far-off lands
And travelled many a mile
I've missed the folk I cherished most
The joy of a friendly smile
It warms up the heart of a wand'rer
The clasp of a welcoming hand
To greet me when, I return
Home to my native land


  1. I am not much familiar with Scottish songs. That's a sweet memory of your dad..
    Nice to visit and see you posting today, Jeanne.

  2. With a Scottish grandfather these are very familiar to me - they give me goose bumps. I was my grandfather "little lassie" (said in that Scottish voice!).

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    Happy Thursday!!

  4. Indeed. ☺ I'm a sucker for the old songs & my poppy was Scots. Miss him & that liting Scots accent.


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