"Here's a Health to Them That's Awa"" 2203 "HERE'S A HEALTH TO THEM THAT'S AWA’" HERE'S a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; It's guid to be merry and wise, Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; Here's a health to Charlie, the chief o' the clan, May Liberty meet wi' success! May Prudence protect her frae evil! May tyrants and Tyranny tine in the mist, And wander their way to the devil! Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa’; Here's a health to Tammie, the Norland laddie, That lives at the lug o' the law! Here's freedom to him that wad read! Here's freedom to him that wad write! There's nane ever feared that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indite. Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa'; Here's Maitland and Wycombe, and who does na like 'em We'll build in a hole o' the wa'. Here's timmer that's red at the heart, Here's fruit that's sound at the core! May he that would turn the buff and blue coat Be turned to the back o' the door. Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's Chieftain McLeod, a chieftain worth gowd, And wha wad betray Old Albion's rights, Robert Burns [1759–1796] THE BLUE BELLS OF SCOTLAND OH where! and oh where! is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the French for King George upon the throne; And it's oh! in my heart how I wish him safe at home. Oh where! and oh where! does your Highland laddie dwell! He dwells in merry Scotland at the sign of the Blue Bell; And it's oh! in my heart that I love my laddie well. What clothes, in what clothes is your Highland laddie clad? His bonnet's of the Saxon green, his waistcoat's of the plaid; And it's oh! in my heart that I love my Highland lad. Suppose, oh suppose, that your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes shall play over him, I'll lay me down and cry; And it's oh! in my heart that I wish he may not die! Unknown THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY YE Highlands and ye Lawlands, O where hae ye been? They hae slain the Earl of Murray, Now wae be to thee, Huntly! He was a braw gallant, He was a braw gallant, And he played at the ba'; And the bonny Earl of Murray Was the flower amang them a'! He was a braw gallant, And he played at the gluve; And the bonny Earl of Murray, O he was the Queen's luve! O lang will his Lady Look owre the Castle Doune, Ere she see the Earl of Murray Come sounding through the toun! PIBROCH OF DONALD DHU PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu, Pibroch of Donuil, Summon Clan-Conuil! Hark to the summons! Come in your war array, Come from deep glen, and The war-pipe and pennon Come every hill-plaid, and True heart that wears one; Strong hand that bears one. Unknown Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come, when Forests are rended: Come as the waves come, when Navies are stranded! Faster and faster Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master! Fast they come, fast they come See how they gather! Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set! Pibroch of Donuil Dhu, Kneel for the onset! MARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale; Why the de'il dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale! All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border! Many a banner spread Flutters above your head, Many a crest that is famous in story. Mount and make ready, then, Sons of the mountain glen, Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where the hirsels are grazing; War-steeds are bounding; Stand to your arms, then, and march in good order. Tell of the bloody fray When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border. Walter Scott [1771-1832] "WHEN BANNERS ARE WAVING" WHEN banners are waving, and lances are pushing; Though shafts fly so quick that it seems to be snowing; Come, stand to it, heroes! The heathen are coming; The trumpets from turrets high loudly are braying; The shouting has ceased, and the flashing of cannon! They were smote, they were fallen, and had melted for ever. Unknown |