Тексты песен «Real Mckenzies»

Ever Since The Days We Were Living In The Caves Some Assumed Leadership Others Became Slaves Brother Against Brother Cain & Abel Were Both Wrong At Eachother Since The Dawn Of Civilisation We Ran Out Of The Darkness...

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. Chorus O ye'll tak' the high road and...

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond. Chorus O ye'll tak' the high road...

Farewell ye dungeons, dark & strong This wretches destiny MacPherson's day will nae be long Allow the gallows tree Say rauntingly, say wantonly And undauntedly ga'ed he And he played a spring and danced it 'round Allow...

Are you oneside awright gonna turn the tide We're shippin' out for the mainland Gotta passion the waves are splashin' A landlubber from the mainland Tell me are ye fit (damnright) Can ye make the trip Sea fair on sailor...

My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea, My Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me. Chorus: Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me: Bring back, bring back, O...

Away up in Scotland is the place that's best Is a Scottish fjord that they call Loch Ness The loch is so deep there ain't nobody know And deep within the loch is a bonnie bonnie creature A long time ago there was a...

Sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps So i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets With the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city Kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny Getting up &...

sometimes being inside just gives me the creeps so i jump in my boots & get right oot on the streets with the weirdos & the bars & the noise of the city kickin' oot the jams with the licks of the skinny getting up & oot...

I never, never wanted to get to close because I didn't want you drinking my scotch And I know you're in the pub and a'sitting all alone but I really don't give a fuck I never, never wanted to get to close because I'll...

Now get the torches burnin' 'Cos the season is returnin' We'll breathe the air of a thousand years In the fog and the moon and the wind and the rain It's a pagan holiday It's a pagan holiday It's a pagan holiday Well...

wasn't so fickle, fickle with my pickle As fickle as I am today Nothing like a wiggle & a tickle of your pickle Especially when you're pickled all day Pickled in the morning Pickled through the day Well you might do...

This here is the story of the three McClusky boys The shining living legends they call the MC3 The moment they were born they was running in the field And it wasn't long before they kicked a ball Now when they was wee...

Go ye not by Gallowa Come bide a while, my frein I'll tell ye o the dangers there ' Beware o Sawney Bean. There's nae body kens that he bides there For his face is seldom seen But tae meet his eye is tae meet your fate...

In the 18th century way up in the Highlands The British lion roared at Scotland with a henious plan The English pushed up from the South with murderous dragoons And what they did to Scotland will not be forgotten soon...

Scots what ha'e wi' Wallace bled (who have with) Scots wham Bruce has aften led (whom Bruce has often) Welcome tae yer gory bed Or to victory Now's the day and now' the hour See the front o' battle lour See approach...

Well gather round people and I'll tell ye a story, a story so auld frae a time long gone by. It comes frae the highlands where the wind blows the heather. To think of it now, brings a trae te me eye... Well the romans...

One Hound Starts Barking Sets The Whole Pack Off Never Try To Pinch Off Anymore Than You Can Flush Don't Sit And Sniver While Your Life Is Going To The Dogs Because You Can't Lament The Consequence Of Ignoring Murphy's...

Speed bonnie boat Like a bird on the wing Onward the sailors cry Carry the lad That was born to be king Over the sea to Skye Burned was our homes Exile and death Scatter the loyal men Yet for my sword, here in my...

The armies came 800 years ago Give or take a 100 years or so They thought that they could take the crown They thought that they could keep us down Because they had the stone of scone Return the stone of kings Return...