1. |
Sons of Alba
03:38
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Let us go to the place that we belong
Let us be where the bloodline is strong
Deep in my heart like the beating of the drum
Always remember where you are from
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain where the icy river flows
Let us be where the golden eagle flies
Let us soar like that bird up in the sky
Deep in my heart like the beating of the drum
Always remember where you are from
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain where the icy river flows
Wherever you wander, wherever you may roam
Always remember there’s no place like home
Deep in my heart like the beating of the drum
Always remember where you are from
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain where the icy river flows
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain where the icy river flows
We are the sons, the sons of the Alba
We are the offspring of the Bruce
We are the root where the jaggy thistle grows
We are the mountain where the icy river flows
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2. |
Ragman's Roll
03:42
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Hang your head, sell your soul
Homeless men the world will roam
Hang your head, sell your soul
Sign up, sign up, to the ragman’s roll.
Tomb tabard he had a plan
A comyn knave Eddie's man
Built his house from bricks of sand
A sorry tale to tell
Hang your head, sell your soul
Homeless men the world will roam
Hang your head, sell your soul
Sign up, sign up, to the ragman’s roll
Fill the wells wi’ bodies deep
Pain and murder and souls to reap
Look for Scotland's crown to keep
The hammer blow is done
But the fighting’s just begun
Hang your head, sell your soul
Homeless men the world will roam
Hang your head, sell your soul
Sign up, sign up, to the ragman’s roll
Call a Wallace, call a Bruce
Call a Douglas, call nae truce
Chase the leopard from your house
Rampant we will be
And Scotland will be free
Hang your head, sell your soul
Homeless men the world will roam
Hang your head, sell your soul
Sign up, sign up, to the ragman’s roll
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3. |
Come Wi' Me
02:46
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Will ye come wi' me?
Will ye wait fir me?
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
In my dreams I heard proud Wallace, crying in the night
Fighting for the freedom of oor land
Have you seen Black Douglas, wi' Bruce's heart in hand?
If he can die for Alba so can I
Will ye come wi' me?
Will ye wait fir me?
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
Edward o' England; hammer of the Scots
Trying his best to lay us low
We'll stand up proudly, strike our mighty blow
Fight until the death of every man
Will ye come wi' me?
Will ye wait fir me?
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
Will ye come wi' me?
Will ye wait fir me?
Pit yir faith in liberty
We'll make oor plans
We'll make oor stand
In the fields o' Bannockburn
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4. |
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As long as one hundred remain alive
We'll never give up except with our lives
As long as we draw breath and a heart that still beats
We'll never cow down to the yoke
This is our promise
This is our vow
Step up to the mark
Our time is now
Our solemn proclamation
Our promised oath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
700 hundred years has came to pass
Like dust in the wind, like an echo from the past
And as long as we draw breath and a heart that still beats
We'll never cow down to the yoke
This is our promise
This is our vow
Step up to the mark
Our time is now
Our solemn proclamation
Our promised oath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
It is not for fortune or fame that we strive
But freedom and liberty and our nation to survive
As long as we draw breath and a heart that still beats
We'll never cow down to the yoke
This is our promise
This is our vow
Step up to the mark
Our time is now
Our solemn proclamation
Our solemn oath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
This is our promise
This is our vow
Step up to the mark
Our time is now
Our solemn proclamation
Our promised oath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
A declaration sworn in Arbroath
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5. |
Ye Jacobites by Name
03:50
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Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name
Your fautes I will proclaim
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear
What is right and what is wrong by the law, by the law?
What is right and what is wrong by the law?
What is right and what is wrong?
The weak arm and the strong
The short sword and the long
For to draw, for to draw
The short sword and the long,
For to draw
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name
Your fautes I will proclaim
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear
What makes heroic strife famed afar, famed afar?
What makes heroic strife famed afar?
What makes heroic strife?
To whet the assassin's knife
And hunt a family's life to bloody war, to bloody war?
And hunt a family's life to bloody war
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name, lend an ear
Ye Jacobites by name
Your fautes I will proclaim
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear, you will hear
Your doctrines I maun blame, you will hear
So let your schemes alone, in the state, in the state
So let your schemes alone in the state
So let your schemes alone
Adore the rising sun
And leave a man undone to his fate, to his fate
And leave a man undone to his fate
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6. |
Soldier of Charlie
04:39
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I am a soldier of Charlie
And I am ready for the fight
I have marched down to Derby
And I have sailed the sea to Skye
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
They are ready for the fray
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
I hope they will return one day
Shoulder to shoulder we march
Mile on mile, sun and rain
Keeping our spirits up high
To be one of the 45
I am a soldier of Charlie
And I am ready for the fight
I have marched down to Derby
And I have sailed the sea to Skye
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
They are ready for the fray
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
I hope they will return one day
Hand in hand we move on
Step by step hail and snow
Over the cities and towns
The pipers play their battle tunes
I am a soldier of Charlie
And I am ready for the fight
I have marched down to Derby
And I have sailed the sea to Skye
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
They are ready for the fray
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
I hope they will return one day
I am a soldier of Charlie
And I am ready for the fight
I have marched down to Derby
And I have sailed the sea to Skye
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
They are ready for the fray
Three cheers for the soldiers of Charlie
I hope they will return one day
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7. |
The Exile
03:52
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Tak' ma hand an' shake it fur the last time
Wan mair kiss goodbye then across the sea fur me
Am oan ma way oan a journey o' a lifetime
A lifetime nae longer free tae me
This leakin' ship keeps rollin' oan forever
Another ay ma clan, sittin' next tae me
Speakin' in the language o' oor faithers
He says "Are you an exile like me?"
Ah left ma land, ma home, ma dreams forever
Forever in exile ah will be
Left ma land, ma home, ma dreams forever
Forever in exile ah will be
Who will tell the tales o' oor country
Alba's story must be carried oan
Who will sing aloud of her glories
Oor children will sing her ancient songs
Left ma land, ma home, ma dreams forever
Forever in exile ah will be
Left ma land, ma home, ma dreams forever
Forever in exile ah will be
Alba, Alba, Alba, forever in exile ah will be
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8. |
Honour Song
02:04
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9. |
Nova Scotia
03:56
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Turn on a light and I will see
Make a little sound I will hear
Show me a path and I will roam
Show me the road that leads to home
Home, Home, take me home
Take me back to where my heart belong
Take me back to Nova Scotia
To the land of music and song
Open up a door and set me free
The turn of a key I can flee
Show me a path and I will roam
Show me the road that leads to home
Home, Home, take me home
Take me back to where my heart belong
Take me back to Nova Scotia
To the land of music and song
Home, Home, take me home
Take me back to where my heart belong
Take me back to Nova Scotia
To the land of music and song
To the land of music and song
To the land where my heart belong
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10. |
Ghosts of Culloden
04:24
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Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Through mud and blood and frozen fields
Yir broken bones will heal
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Yince there wis a heiland lad
A simple life had he
He answered the call
Will yae march wi' me?
Settin' oot faur southern land
Foreign soil tae me
Cut oor way through the mire
And on tae victory
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Twenty miles a day on foot
A hard and painful slog
Wind and rain, fleet and snaw
Trudgin' through the bogs
Faur a chance tae engage
A butcher and his lord
Cut them doon one by one
And pit them tae the sword
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
A year has past since yae left
Yir hame deep in the glen
Noo yae staun a warrior
Wi' ten thousand men
Open up yir battle cry
Let yir slogan ring
Cut them doon yin by yin
Yir prince becomes a king
Jacobite yae came sae faur
Let them feel yir steel
Jacobite yae faut sae well
And fell wi' dignity
Better die a warrior
Noble wild and free
Better die a warrior
Noble wild and free
Than live a life o' slavery bereft o' liberty
Than live a life o' slavery bereft o' liberty
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11. |
Lion Tyrant
03:40
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Don’t say it, don’t see it
Don’t worry it’s yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Walk in slowly, crawl in blindly
Change your colours, blend in with the crowd
Blend in with the crowd
Don’t say it, don’t see it
Don’t worry it’s yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Than a shout
It’s underhand; it’s over your head
There’s things that you don’t understand
It’s all take, take, take, make, make, make
Can’t you see that sleight of hand
The sleight of hand
Don’t say it, don’t see it
Don’t worry it’s not yours anyway
Talk in whispers, walk in shadows
Whisper quiet, louder than a shout
Walk in slowly, crawl in blindly
Change your colours, blend in with the crowd
Shout it out loud
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12. |
45
05:05
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A cold and dark September day
Clouds up in the sky
All around I'm hearing, is people asking why
But echos of my parents came ringing in my ears
Instead of their derision these are the words I could hear
Never give up, keep you dreams alive
Never give up, hold your head up high
Never give up, keep your dreams alive
Never forget you're one of the 45
People said it's over, we'll never see its like again
People said we had our chance
And blew it there and then
But I whisper from our children came gently to my ears
Instead of childish laughter, these are the words I could hear
Never give up, keep you dreams alive
Never give up, hold your head up high
Never give up, keep your dreams alive
Never forget you're one of the 45
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13. |
Uigeadail
04:09
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Most ancient spirit of the Islay
Deep within your darkest waters
From the past your secret hidden
Once was lost but now is found
Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail
Once I listened to your voices
Whispers of the years gone by
Tell me now what you are thinking
Now your dark is golden brown
Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail
As I see your murky water
And the ripples of your soul
What was born from smoke and fire
Must return to mist and rain
Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail, Uigeadail
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14. |
Strands of Frost
04:00
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In the moorland the little mavis flies
On thermal breeze up to the sky
Uplifting song she starts to sing
It's a golden day; the start of spring
Winters grasp at last let's go
And all around is melting snow
The river's rage turns to a churn
A lamb is born into the early sun
The early sun
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Cause in the moorland the little mavis flies
On a thermal breeze up to the sky
Uplifting song she starts to sing
It's a golden day; the start of spring
The start of spring
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
Melt those strands of frost and let the winter out
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