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Whaur dae ye lei ?
(Polwart)
 

Whaur d ae ye lei my faither? Whaur dae ye lei my son?
Whaur dae ye lei my ane true love? When will the truth be won ?

Oor friends they came tae protect us. Oor friends they bade us bide
Oor friends left us standing there naked. Wi` nae place left tae hide
Ref.
Oor neighbours they came wi` a hundred years hate.Oor neighbours they came wi` guns.Oor neighbours they came for oor menfolk. An` they slew them everyone
Ref.
I hae sought  oot yer grave wi` my mither. I hae sought oot yer grave in vain. I hae sought the bare banes  o` the truth and the men.
Faither whaur are ye lane?
Ref.
I hae cried oot yer name tae the four winds. I hae cried oot yer name till the dawn. I hae cried in the arms o` yer sister dear. Whaur dae ye lie my son?
Ref.
I  hae  dreame`d  o` yer breath upon me. I dreame`d  o` yer yellow hair. I hae dreame`d  o` the sounds o` yer dying love. Whaur dae ye lie my dear?


What`s the use of wings(Bedford)

I could have been a giant said the bonsai tree. But someone bound my roots and held me down. I could have reached for heaven said the snowy owl. But they clipped my wings and kept me on the ground.

I think I heard them tell me that they love me. And care for me, without them I would die. But what's the use of roots if you can't spread them. And what's the use of wings if you can't fly.

I could have been a singer said the miner bird. But they caged me and they told me what to say. I could have run forever said the pony. But they bridled me and made me go their way.

I think I heard them tell me that they love me. And care for me forever, so it seems. But what's the use of voices without freedom. And what's the use of living other's dreams. Why do people cage the things they love the most. Is it simply that they fear to be alone. If you give your love it's freedom it may stay a while. If it leaves you it was never yours to own.

I could have found adventure said the angel fish. Now my world's so small there's nowhere left to go. I could have ruled a kingdom said the lion. Now the land inside my head is all I know. I think I heard them tell me that they love me. And care for me, and tell me it's alright. But what's the use of life without adventure.And what's the use of strength if you can't fight.

Why do people cage the things they love the most. Is it simply that they fear to be alone. If you give your love it's freedom it may stay a while. If it leaves you it was never yours to own. I think I heard them tell me that they love me. And care for me, without them I would die. But what's the use of roots if you can't spread them. And what's the use of wings if you can't fly?

 
The shearin`s no´ for you (Trad.)  

Oh the shearin`s  not for you , my bonnie lassie oh
Oh the shearin`s  not for you , my bonnie lassie oh
Oh the shearin`s  not for you , for yer back it winna boo
And yer belly`s rowan fu` my bonnie lassie oh
 
Dae ye mind the banks o` Ayr my bonnie lassie oh
Dae ye mind the banks o` Ayr my bonnie lassie oh
Dae ye mind the banks o` Ayr, where my heart ye did ensnare
And yer love ye did enclare my bonnie lassie oh 

Tak the ribbons frae yer hair, my bonnie lassie oh
Tak the ribbons frae yer hair, my bonnie lassie oh
Tak the ribbons frae yer hair, and let doon yer ringlets fair
Ye`ve nocht noo but doul an care, my bonnie lassie oh 

Tak the buckles frae yer shin, my bonnie lassie oh
Tak the buckles frae yer shin, my bonnie lassie oh
Tak the buckles frae yer shin, for ye`ve wed an unco loon
And yer dancin days are done, my bonnie lassie oh. 

Winna boo:wont bend over, rowan fu: pregnant, frea:from
Nocht noo but doul an care: nothing now but hardship,
shin: shoes, an unco loon: a wild dude
 

Caleb Meyer
(Gillian Welch& David Rawlings)
 

Caleb Meyer he lived alone in them hollering pines
And he made a little whiskey for himself said it helped to pass the time.
Long one evening in the back of my house. Caleb come around
And he called my name till I come out, with no one else around. 

Ref:
Caleb Meyer your ghost is gonna wear them rattling chains
But when I go to sleep at night – don`t you call my name?  

Where`s your husband Nellie Cane, where`s your darlin` gone
Did he go down the mountainside and leave you all alone?
Yes my husband`s gone to Bowling Green, to do some business there
Then Caleb threw that bottle down and grabbed my by the hair 

He threw me on the needle bed across my dress he lay
Then he oined my hands above my head,  I commenced to pray
I cried my god I am your child send your angels down
Then feeling with my fingertips the bottleeck I found.
I drew that glass across his neck  fine as any blade
Then I felt his blood pour fast and hot round me where I laid.


FEEL SO NEAR(Dougie McLean)

You’ll find me sitting at this table, with my friend Fin and my friend John.My friend Murdaney tells us stories of things long gone lone gone. And we may take a glass togetherthe whisky makes it all so clear. It fires our dulled imaginations and I feel so near.

I feel so near to the howling of the wind. Feel so near to the crashing of the waves.Feel so near to the flowers in the field. Feel so near.

The old man looks out to the island; he says this place is endless thin. There’s no real distance here to mention we might all fall in all fall in. No distance to the spirits of the living no distance to the spirits of the dead. And as he turned his eyes were shining and he proudly said. Proudly said.

So we build our tower constructions there to mark our place in time. We justify our great destructions as on we climb on we climb. Now the journey doesn’t seem to matter the destination’s faded out.  And gathering out along the headland I hear the children shout children shout.


Mari-Mac (trad. Arr. By Fricklesome Amsel)                    

There's a neat little lass and her name is Mari Mac.
Make no mistake, she's the girl I'm gonna track.
Lot of other fellas try to get her on her back.
But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early. 

Mari Mac's mother's making Mari Mac marry me.
My mother's making me marry Mari Mac.
Well I'm going to marry Mari for my Mari's taking care of me.
We'll all be feeling merry when I marry Mari Mac. 

Now Mari and her mother are an awful lot together.
In fact you hardly see the one without the other.
And people often wonder if it's Mari or her mother.
Or both of them together I am courting. 

Well up among the heather in the hills of Benifee.
Well I had a bonnie lass sitting on me knee.
A bumble bee stung me right above me knee.
Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee. 

Well a certain bonnie lass and me, we're going to spend the day.
Sittin' among the heather in the hills of Benifee.
Where all the boys and girls are making out so free.
Up among the heather in the hills of Benifee. 




 

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