Тексты песен «Craig Herbertson»

Here's a health to the ladies I freely confess For grace and sweet charm they are doubly blessed Their beauty and wit never fails to impress And they tend tae look grand in a state of undress Here's a health to...

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...

Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands The rakes are in the halls The dugs are in t' the yards As Fortune's lost and won Upon a deck o cards Haloo...

By Mill o Tifty there lived a man In the neighbourhood o' Fyvie He had a lovely daughter fair And they called her bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter Whose name was Andrew Lammie And he had the art to gain...

The last red rose of summer Eed as red can be Fairer than the others But not so fair as she Flags of every colour Men have died for those Blood as red as flowers As red as any rose So softly fills my room...

When Bonnie commanded his armies to stand he levelled his cannon all over the land he levelled his cannon his victory to gain and slew my light horseman on the way comin' hame. Broken hearted I'll wander broken...

Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, To wander wi' my Davie. Meet me on the warlock knowe, Dainty Davie, Dainty Davie; There I'll spend the...

Cold is she The cold North Sea She'll howl and she'll heave And will not be subdued So raise up your glass To those who have seen her From no friendly shore But East, East of Aberdeen Four hundred miles I...

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court young men, They're like the stars on a summer's morning, First they appear and then they're gone. If I'd a known before I courted, I never would have...

Green grow the rashes O, Green grow the rashes O, The feather-bed is no sae saft As a bed amang the rashes O. We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't, We're a' dry wi' drinkin' o't, The parson kissed the fiddler's wife...

One for the sailing ship safe cross the sea One for the Hessian's bold company One for the soldier who will follow me One for the rightful king whoever he may be Dance lady dance Sing soldier sing Drink to the...

This is my story This is my song It's a long way from Gorgie To the fields o' the Somme Where they played tunes of glory As we marched along The pals o' the Sporting Battalion From the Heart of Midlothian To...

Build me a castle where the rooks wheel and caw Make it a ruin wi' beauty and a' Rest there my body but wander my soul I don't need a reason to look frae the shore For men who are weary cam hame frae the wars...

It was a cold dark morning when I bid Tranent adieu I braved the snow to Fisherow tae Stags for a pint or two Then in you walked as bold as brass wi a boy, you seemed over the moon And my heart sunk low as the cold...

Whisky, whisky I loved you tae well Promised me heaven wi' a wee kiss and tell Ye'll aye be the lady in good company My Lady Whisky, whisky and me When first we met you were bonnie and blithe Warming ma heart wi'...

When I've done my work of day, and I row my boat away Doun the waters of Loch Tay as the evening sun is sinking, Then I look toward Ben Lawers, where the after glories glow I dream on two bright eyes and the merry...

Mad Lizzie she is waiting for the setting of the sun Her mind is on the morrow and the ordeal yet to come twelve times the moon has lit its weary way across the sky Young Lizzie deals the cards upon her thighs See...

Jeune reine, pale reine, Reine plus pale qu'un cygne Ton jardin fleuri est-il? En ta fin Gat ton commencement Ta nef tousjours t'attend Flight the falcon fly the dart Speed the mare to chase the hart Deck the...

As I gaed doon tae Strichen toon I met a fair maid mourning She was makin sair complaint For her true love ne'r returning Mormond Braes where heather grows Where aft times I've been cheery Mormond Braes where...

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...