Clan Donald Songbook
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SONGBOOK First Edition CLAN DONALD USA SONGBOOK Annie Laurie ....................................... page 3 Auld Lang Syne . ..... ... .. .................... page 3 Bonnie Dundee ........ ............ ............... page 3 Bonnie Wee Jeannie McColl .. ....................... page 4 "Cam' Ye By Athol? ........................ ........ page 4 "Donald Where's Your Troosers? .................... page 5 Flower of Scotland .................................. page 5 "Hail to Clanranald . ................................. page 5 I Belong to Glasgow ......................... .. ..... page 6 Just a Wee Deoch an' Doris ......................... page 6 "Leezie Lindsay ...................................... page 6 Loch Lomand ........... .. ........................ page 7 "Massacre of Glencoe .... ........................... page 7 (The) Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen . ..... .. ....... .... .... ...... page 8 Road to the Isles ... .............................. page 8 Roamin' in the Gloamin' . ........... ... .. ... .... page 9 Scotland the Brave ......................... ........ page 9 (A) Scottish Soldier .. .................... .. .... page 10 Scots, Wha Hae .................................... page 11 "Skye Boat Song ................. ................ .. page 11 These Are My Mountains ........................... page 11 We're No Awa' ............................... ..... page 12 Wild Mountain Thyme .............. .. ........... page 12 Will Ye No Come Back Again? ..................... page 12 "Clan Donald Songs r ANNIE LAURIE BONNIE DUNDEE Maxwellton braes are bonnie, A song which celebrates Where early fa's the dew, John Graham of Claverhouse And it's there that Annie Laurie (Bonnie Dundee) who led the Gied me her promise true. Jacobites out of the 1689 Gied me her promise true, Convention and raised the Which ne'er forgot shall be, standard for James II. And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. To the Lords of Convention, 'twas Claverhouse spoke, Her brow is like the snowdrift, Ere the King's crown go down Her neck is like the swan, there are crowns to be broke, Her face it is the fairest So each Cavalier that loves That e'er the sun shone on. honour and me, That e'er the sun shone on, Let him follow the bonnets And dark blue is her e'e, o' Bonnie Dundee. And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Come fill up my cup and fill up my can, Like dew on the gowan lying Come saddle my horses Is the fa' o' her fairy feet, and call up my men, And like winds in summer sighing, Unhook the westport and Her voice is low and sweet. let us gae free, Her voice is low and sweet, For it's up with the And she's a' the world to me bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee. And for bonnie Annie Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee. Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street, The bells they ring backward, AULD LANG SYNE the drums they are beat, But the provost said, Should auld acquaintance be forgot Just e'en let it be, And never brought to mind? For the toun is wee! rid Should auld acquaintance be forgot of that deil o' Dundee.' And days of Auld Lang Syne? Come fill up my cup . .. For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, There are hills beyond Pentland, For Auld Lang Syne, and lands beyond forth, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, If there's lords in the south, For Auld Lang Syne. there are chiefs in the north, There are brave Duinnewassals And there's a hand, my trusty fiere, three thousand times three, And g!e's a hand of thine, Will cry 'Hey for the bonnets And 2e'll taka right gude willy waught o' Bonnie Dundee.' For Auld Lang Syne. Come fill up my cup .. For Auld Lang Syne, my dear, 'Then awa' to the hills, For Auld Lang Syne, to the lea, to the rocks, We'll take a cup of kindness yet, Ere I own a usurper, For Auld Lang Syne. I'll crouch with the fox, And tremble false Whigs in the midst o' your glee, Ye hae no seen the last o' my bonnets and me.' Come fill up my cup . 3 CAM' YE BY ATHOL? Cam' ye by Athol, o lad with the philabeg, Down by the cummel or the banks of the Garry? And saw ye the lads with their bonnets and white cockcades Leaving their mountains co follow Prince Charlie? Follow ye, follow ye; Wha wadna follow ye? Lang hast chou lo'ed us And treated us fairly, Charlie, Charlie, Wha wadna follow ye? King of the highland heart, Bonnie Prince Charlie. I ha'e but ae son, my gallant son Donald, But if I had ten, they should follow Glengarry. Health to McDonald, and BONNIE WEE JEANNIE McCOLL gallant Clanranald, For these are the men chat A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass will die for their Charlie. is bonnie wee Jeannie McColl,' Followye . I gave her my mother's engagement ring and a bonnie wee tartan shawl. Down thro' the Lowlands I met her at a wedding in the down chro' the Whig;more, Cooperative Hall, Loyal true Highlanders, down I was the best man and she was the wi' them rarely! belle of the Ball! Ranald and Donald, drive on wi' the braid claymore, The very first night I met her, Over the necks of the foes she was awfy, awfy shy, of Prince Charlie! The rain came pouring down, Follow ye . but she was happy, so was I, We ran like mad for shelter, and we landed up a stair, The rain came pouring ooc my breeks, but ock I didna care! For she's . Noo I've wad my Jeannie and bairnies we have three, Two dochters and a braw wee lad that sits upon my knee. They're richc wee holy terrors, and they're never still for lang But they sit and listen every niche while I sing to them chis sang: For she's ... 4 FLOWER OF SCOTLAND This song was written about rhe brave men who fought ar Bannockburn. Oh Flower of Scotland, When we will see your like again? That fought and died for Your wee bit hill and glen And stood against them, proud Edward's army And sent them homeward, rae think again. The hills are bare now, And autumn leaves lie thick and DONALD, WHERE'S YOUR TROOSERS? still O'er land that is lost now I've just come down from the Isle Which those so dearly held of Skye, And stood against them . .. I'm no very big and I'm awful shy, And the lassies shout when I go by, Those days are past now, 'Donald, where's your troosers'? And in the past they must remain Bur we can still rise now Let the wind blow high, And be the nation again Let the wind blow low, That stood against them ... Through the streets in my kilt I'll go And all the lassies say, 'Hello Donald, where's your troosers'? A lassie took me to a ball, And it was slippery in the hall, And I was feart that I would fall, Fur I hadnae on rna' troosers. Let the wind . I went down co London Town And I had some fun in the underground The ladies turned their heads around, saying, HAIL TO CLANRANALD 'Donald, where are your troosers'? Let the wind ... Heart of Fire-Love, Son of Allan, Heart of Fire-Love to the Isle-Folk. To wear the kilt is my delight, It isna wrong, I know it's right, Robhano, Hiriririo, Obhan, The Islanders would get a fright, Hiririri eile, Robhano, Hiriririo If they saw me in the troosers. Hiririri eile, Robhano, Hiriririo. Let the wind ... Croon of croons reborn at dawn light, They'd like to wed me everywan, Thou'rc my dreaming, thou my waking. Just let them catch me if they can, Robhano ... You cannae tak' the breeks aff a Hielan' man, Of the swan flock, guiding swan thou, And I don't wear the troosers. Sailing by the Isles of Cala. Let the wind . Robhano ... 5 I BELONG TO GLASGOW I've been wi' a few of rna cronies, One or two pals o' rna ain. We went in a hotel, where we did very well, And then we came out once again. Then we went into another, And that is the reason I'm fou. We had six deoch and dorises, then sang a chorus, Just listen, I'll sing it to you. I belong co Glasgow, dear old LEEZIE LINDSAY Glasgow town. But there's something the matter Will ye gang to the Hielands with Glasgow, Leezie Lindsay? For it's going round and round. Will ye gang to the Hielands I'm only a common old working with me? chap, as anyone here can see, Will ye gang co the Hielands But when I get a couple of Leezie Lindsay, drinks on a Saturday, My bride and my darling to be. Glasgow belongs co me! To gang co the Hielands with you sir, JUST A WEE DEOCH AND DORIS I dinna ken how that may be, For I ken na' the land that ye There's a good old Scottish custom live in, That has scood the test of time. Nor ken I the lad I'm gaun wi'. It's a custom that's been Willyegang ... carried out In every land and clime. 0 Leezie, lass, ye maun ken Where brother Scots forgather little It's aye the usual thing, If sae be that ye dinna ken me, For just before they say 'good nicht' My name is Lord Ronald They fill their cups and sing: MacDonald, A chieftain o' high degree. Just a wee Deoch and Doris Will ye gang ... Just a wee drap, that's a' Just a wee Deoch and Doris, She has kilted her coats o' Before we gang awa'. green satin, There's a wee wifie waitin She has ki!ted them up to In a wee butanben, her knee, If ye can say it's a braw, And she' aff wi' Lord Ronald bricht, moonlight nicht, MacDonald, Ye're a' richt, ye ken! His bride and his darling to be.