Тексты песен «Andy M. Stewart»

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver! Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu'...

Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven. Chorus.-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae muckle ado. Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae muckle ado; We...

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken And they had to seek out new homes far away Oh shame on the...

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic to be by your side On the morning we parted, how sad the...

It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain If I never spend a morning without you If I never spend a morning without you When hope...

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn, an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist- A consequence I draw that. Chorus For a' that, an' a' that, And twice as meikle's a' that; The bonie lass...

It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land. Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain; My Love...

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, Must be heard but by night in our vengeful haloo! Then haloo,...

There was a lord, lived in this town Who had a handsome, lovely daughter. She was courted by a fair young man Who was a servant to her father. But when her parents they came to know They swore theyd send him from...

Monday morning, why do you haunt me With your bells and factory whistles all around? Monday morning, why do you taunt me? And I so tired I could sleep here on the ground. 'Give me something different please,' I ask...

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore; I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low; Though' many's the pleasant days we spent in the...

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a hunting No shoes nor stockings did she wear And neither had she cap...

I am a ramblin' Irishman It's Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not endure Like others of my station To America I sailed away And...

There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin. Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy, Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin', Robin was a rovin'...

My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin ye go fair maid, Tae the weaver's gin ye go, I rede ye...

When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, ''Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to mak' brose to your supper.'' Then my conscience was narrow and pure, But someway by...

Have you seen him on the corner And his lip would reach the pavement. He's been hiding from his razor, Is he not an awful sight? In love he was the purist, How he's frightening our tourists. If he'd gone and asked...

There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite well And in her uncle's garden their tender love did tell...

THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing. To wander alone by the winds beaten hill. But the day-star attracted...

THE GABERLUNZIEMAN Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you lodge a leal poor man?" Laddie wi my tow-ro-ae Well...