bonnie "prince" billy
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- joe_fritz
i've never heard music this depressing in my life.
- Kuz0
charlie is my darling, my darling, charlie is my darling, my darling my darling, charlie is my darling - The Young Cavalier
- Kuz0
Bonnie Charlie's now awa',
Safely owre the friendly main;
Mony a heart will break i' twa,
Should he no' come back again.Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?Mony a traitor 'mange the isles
Brak the band o' nature's laws;
Mony a traitor wi' his wiles,
Sought to wear his life awa'.Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?Many a gallant sodger gaught,
Mony a gallant chief did fa,
Death itself were dearly bought,
A' for Scotland's king and law.Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?Whene'er I hear the blackbird sing,
Unto the evening sinking down,
Or merl that makes the wood to ring,
To me they hae nae other sound.Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?Sweet the lav'rock's note and lang,
Lilting wildly up the glen;
And aye the o'erworld o' he sang,
"Will he no' come back again?"Will ye no come back again?
Will ye no come back again?
Better lo'ed ye canna be,
Will ye no come back again?
- Kuz0
There were twa bonnie maidens, and three bonnie maidens,
Cam' ower the Minch, and cam' ower the main,
Wi' the wind for their way and the corrie for their hame,
And they're dearly welcome tae Skye again.Come alang, come alang, wi' your boatie and your song,
Tae my hey! bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maids!
The nicht, it is dark, and the redcoat is gane,
And you're dearly welcome tae Skye again.There is Flora, my honey, sae neat and sae bonnie,
And ane that is tall, and handsome withall.
Put the ane for my Queen and the ither for my King
And they're dearly welcome tae Skye again.There's a wind on the tree, and a ship on the sea,
Tae my hey! bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maids!
By the sea mullet's nest I will watch o'er the main,
And you're dearly welcome tae Skye again.
- Kuz0
Cam ye by Atholl lad wi' the philabeg
Down by the Tummel or banks o' the Garry?
Saw ye the lads wi' their bonnets and white cockades
Down from their mountains to follow Prince CharlieFollow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince CharlieI have but one son my gallant young Donald
But had I ten, they would follow Prince Charlie
Health to McDonald and gallant Clan Ronald
These are the men I can trust wi' my CharlieFollow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince CharlieI'll go to Lochiel and Appin and kneel to them
Down by Lord Murray and Roy o' Kildarlie
Brave McIntosh he will fly to the field wi' them
These are the men that would die for their CharlieFollow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince CharlieDown through the lowlands, down wi' the Whigamore
Loyal true higlanders down wi' them rarely
Ronald and Donald drive on wi' the broad claymore
Over the necks of the foes o' Prince CharlieFollow ye, follow ye, whae wadnae follow ye?
Lang hae ye loved us and trusted us fairly
Charlie, Charlie, whae wadnae follow ye
King o' the hieland hearts, Bonnie Prince Charlie
- Kuz0
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!She was a fishmonger and sure it was no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they both wheeled their barrows through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!She died of a fever and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
Now her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
A-live a-live O! A-live a-live O!
Crying cockles and mussels alive a-live O!
- Kuz0
Oh Danny Boy the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen and down the mountain side
The summer's gone and all the roses dying
'tis you 'tis you must go and I must bide
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
or when the valley's hushed and white whith snow
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy I love you soAnd when ye come and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for meAnd I shall hear tho' soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer sweeter be
If you will bend and tell me that you love me
Then I shall sleep in peace until you come to me
- nosaj0
Don't ya know that I work hard... Don't ya know that I Play hard...
- nosaj0
All my friends are gone though it's me who has left them...
- Kuz0
It was Christmas Eve babe in the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song, The Rare Old Mountain Dew
And I turned my face away and dreamed about youGot on a lucky one, came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling this year's for me and you
So happy Christmas, I love you baby
I can see a better time when all our dreams come trueThey've got cars big as bars, they've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for meYou were handsome, You were pretty, Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing they howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on the corner then danced through the nightThe boys of the NYPD choir were singing 'Galway Bay'
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas dayYou're a bum, You're a punk, You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scum bag, You maggot, You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God It's our lastI could have been someone, well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
I kept them with me babe, I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone I've built my dreams around you
- nosaj0
My friends had "New Partner" as there wedding song... It was perfect.
- tuig0
oyalilieee,doet met ons meeeee...
- Kuz0
Oh, what would you do if you married a soldier?
"What would I do but to follow the gun?"
And what would you do if he died in the ocean?
"What would I do but to marry again?"A rout the da dee the dum diddly da dum
A rout the da doubt the da diddly da dum
Da da diddly da dum da dee da dum da diddly
da dee da diddly da dumAnd what would you do if the kettle boiled over?
"What would I do but to fill it again?"
And what would you do if the cows ate the clover?
"What would I do but to set it again?"A rout the da dee the dum diddly da dum
A rout the da doubt the da diddly da dum
Da da diddly da dum da dee da dum da diddly
da dee da diddly da dumThe praties are dug and the frost is all over
"Kitty, lie over next to the wall"
The summer is come and we're all in the clover
"Kitty, lie over next to the wall"A rout the da dee the dum diddly da dum
A rout the da doubt the da diddly da dum
Da da diddly da dum da dee da dum da diddly
da dee da diddly da dumOh, what would you do if you married a soldier?
"What would I do but to follow the gun?"
And what would you do if he died in the ocean?
"What would I do but to marry again?"A rout the da dee the dum diddly da dum
A rout the da doubt the da diddly da dum
Da da diddly da dum da dee da dum da diddly
da dee da diddly da dum
- Kuz0
Tóigfidh mé mo sheolta go Dúiche Sheoigheach ar maidin
Ar cuairt chuig mo mhíle stóirín is go deo deo ní chasfad
Go dtaga bláth buí ar an eorna is go dtosaí an Fómhar ag gabháil chun finne
Is nach breá deas an rud í an óige is i ndiaidh mo stóirín atá mise.Mo dhílleachtín cráite 'sea fágadh mé gan athair
'S dá mbeadh mo chliú i ndán dom cér chás dhom a bheith folamh
Níl aon fhear in Éirinn a dhéanfadh éagóir ar mo shamhail
Nár dheacair dhó a leas a dhéanamh ná ' gabháil ar aon chor go na flaithis.Thuas i gciumhais a' tsléibhe atá an péarla a bhíos mo mhealladh
Buachaillín na gruaige báine a bhfuil fáinne a' gháire faoina hata
Agus gheall sé dhom go bpógfadh sé mo rós-bhéilín meala
Ach ní léir dhom na bóithrí ag na deora do mo dhalladh.Tá 'fhios ag na daoine gur iomaí smaoineamh crua deacrach
Ag imeacht thrí m'intinn gach oíche ar mo leaba
Ach más fortún é atá i ndán dom is nach bhfuil fáil a'm a dhul thairis
Bí romham ag na crosbhóithrí is beidh muid pósta roimh an mhaidin.Tá féar fada agus fásach i ngleanntaí álainn i bhfad ó bhaile
A mbíonn úllaí agus áirní ann fásta ar bharra crannna
Is cuma liomsa céard déarfas aon neach ní hé mo chéad searc a déarfas tada
Más í do mháithrín atá 'do dhiaidh orm, fuil a croí amuigh ar leac an teallaigh
- Kuz0
The night was icy cold I stood along
I was waiting for an army foot patrol
And when at last they came into my site
I squeezed the trigger of my armaliteOh Mama, oh Mama comfort me
For I know these things have got to be
But when the war for freedom has been won
I promise you I'll put away my gun.A shot rang out, I heard a soldier cry
"Oh please don't leave me here alone to die"
I realized his patrol had run away
And left their wounded comrade for me to slay."There's nothing in this world I would not do
If there's mercy in your heart you'll let me live"
And in his eyes I saw a look of pain
As the mussel of my gun moved towards his brain.The dawn was breaking as I reached my base
I will not forget the look on that boy's face
Fear, agony, and torment where all there
Oh but to your memory, mother, his life I spared.
- Kuz0
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw beforeAnd as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a woollen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw beforeAnd as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw beforeAnd as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw beforeAnd as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw beforeAnd as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw beforeAs I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing in her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing in your thing where my old thing should beAh, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But hair on a tin whistle sure I never saw before
- Kuz0
Celtic pride!!!!!!!! IRELAND FOR THE IRISH!!!!!!!! FREE SCOTLAND!!!!!!! FREE WALES!!!!!!!! FREE CORNWALL!!!!!!!! SLAUGHTER THE ANGLO-SAXON !!!!!!! SLAUGHTER THE NORSEMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- Kuz0
Rubber bullets for the ladies, catch them in a CS can,
Three inches wide, six inches long, take it home to your old man,
It's an instrument of torture, to break your leg in two,
It'll stop you feeling lonely, but leave you black and blue.When you had your fill of CS gas behind the barricade,
And serve your time with half-bricks, you've learned a brand new trade,
Fighting for your freedom, the Dignity of Man,
Look out for rubber bullets, the Army's latest plan.Don't forget the highway code when crossing of the street,
A bullet doing ninety could leave you obsolete.
Watch when stepping off the curb, (I'm being quite sincere)
A bullet in the proper place could leave you feeling queer.If your family's going hungry, curfew needn't break your heart,
The Army's solved your problem: you can bake a rubber tart.
When you're under house arrest, and your nerves are getting frayed,
The prescription's 'rubber bullets fired from underneath the bed.'When a soldier says he loves you, down behind the barricade,
Look out for rubber bullets when you grab his red cockade,
He'll knock you up or knock you down, so careful how you bend,
Wherever the rubber bullet hits, you'll feel it in the end.
- Kuz0
In nineteen hundred and sixteen,
The Forces of the Crown,
For to Capture Orange, White and Green,
Bombarded Dublin Town,
But in twenty one, Britannia's sons,
Began to earn their pay,
When the Black and Tans, Like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRAThey burned their way through Munster
Laid Leinster on the rack,
Through Connaught and through Ulster,
Marched the men in brown and black,
Well, they cut down wives and children,
In their own horrific way,
The black and tans, like lightning ran
From the rifles of the IRA