Тексты песен «Andy M. Stewart»

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes To give her a token of his love, we suppose "Mary, oh...

As I came in by Auchindoun A little wee bit frae the town When to the Highlands I was bound To view the Haughs of Cromdale I met a man in tartan trews I spiered at him, what was the news Quo' he, "The Highland...

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their notions, they're mighty put out...

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which way for to roam. Yet I'll never return to Hibernia's green...

I'm wearin' awa', Jean Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the Leal There 's nae sorrow there, Jean There 's neither cauld nor care, Jean The day is aye fair In the land o' the Leal...

When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where birken buds Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo, I'll meet...

Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor, Dang doun the steeple and fuddled the bell. The steeple was doun but the kirk was...

Oh, there're sober men in plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl. But gie me a ramblin' rover, And fae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country...

Come gather 'round you freeborn men And draw your chairs to mine. And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understand. And of the English armies, That marched in for to stay. Oh that night they wounded Old...

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten cam' sailin' ower the watter Twa cam' doon yon lang dyke...

My heart was ance as blithe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang. Chorus.-To the weaver's gin ye go, fair maids, To the weaver's gin ye go; I rede you...

Where are you tonight I wonder And where will you be tonight when I cry? Will sleep for you come easy, Though I alone can't slumber Will you welcome in the morning At another man's side? How easy for you the...

Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine and brandy And medals find and dandy, O will ye go to Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh dinnae go tae Flanders,...