1 Made by The Abcedit Music Editor: Scotland
1 Made by The Abcedit Music Editor: Scotland
1 Made by The Abcedit Music Editor: Scotland
scotland
2 4
8
Bm
Bm
Bm
4 4
5
Bm A Bm
6 8
9
15
21
27
Always welcome
scotland
4 4
7
11
4 4
7
13
Annie Laurie
anon. (scotland)
= 200
Max [ext]
well
Bon nie,
where
Ear C
And its C
there
that
An G
nie
Lau C
rie
gave C
me
her prom G
ise C
true,
gave
me
her prom F
ise
true, C
which
neer
for
got C
will
be. G
And C
for
13
Bon Her
me is
Her face it is the fairest that eer the sun shone on, that eer the sun shone on. And dark blue is her ee. And for Bonnie Annie Laurie Id lay me doon an dee.
4 4
5
1 2
2 4
8
18
24
31
38
45
2 4
6
2
11
17
22
27
32
Banjo breakdown
scotland
6 8
5
13
16
20
24
28
32
36
40
44
48
52
56
60
9 8
7
1 2
14
4 4
5
11
4 4
6
10
Bob Johnston
3 scotland
12
Bonny Ann
scotland
2 4
8
Bonny Dundee
scotland
6 8
8
4 4
7
11
6 8
7
11
16
22
26
6 8
7
11
4 4
5
6 8
7
11
Busty Fields
Row the was oot
trad. (scotland)
= 440
6 8
5
G G G D Em
13
Em
17
Em
Em
21
25
Em
29
D7
D7
33
Em
Parts of Verse 1 Now, ye Chorus La la or Naa Naa or anything A later Mi name Chorus The last There was Chorus
the gan la
to Busty laa,
Barry Say): Fields Ower Ower name the and te gan doon oot. oot. advance, in law, we the pit
na na na naa similar verse: its Jackie Robinson, that verse as me and sung mi by wife
Elliots mi mother
Ye get yer lamp oot, ye gan inbye and there ye sit at the kist Now the deputy says Thee plaice is holed, yell hev te gan straight on, Aa says te him Whats the matter wi mi aan? He says She canna gan on. Now Aa filled fifteen oot of a judd, titty fala, titty falay, Aw by God, she was good, titty fala, titty falay Aa went oot te get a shaft, when the timmer it gave a crack, Aya and a stone fell on mi back, titty fala, titty falay Aa drive a little Gallowa and the call her Little Chance. Chancey has twee greasy feet, likewise a kickely back And gannin alang the gannin boards she makes the chumuns knack. Whey Aa wes comin aroond the turn, titty fala titty falay Chancey wadnt hang on, titty fala, titty falay The tubs they gave a click, Aa jumped off at the switch, Ybugger Aa smashed the deputys kist, titty fala, titty falay Mi motherinlaw got into a boat, a sailor she wad be. She hadnt gone passin twenty yards when all of a sudden theres a shoot. Aa looks aroond and theres mi motherinlaw asplashin aboot. Whey, she shoots "Help Aa cannot swim" titty fala, titty falay Aa says "Noos the time te larn". titty fala, titty falay Mi wife she says "Ye hoond, yere not ganna watch her droond?" Aa says "Naa, Aall shut mi eyes", titty fala, titty falay
Caledonian March
scotland
4 4
9
17
Cam ye by Atholl ?
scotland
6 8
7
11
3 2
5
2 4
8
tr tr
Carnies canter
J. Scott Skinner (scotland)
4 4
6
12
Catherine MacRitchie
scotland
3 4
9
2 4
3 4
16
25
Catherine McRitchie
scotland
3 4
9
2 4
3 4
16
25
6 8
5
13
The small birds rejoice in the green leaves returning, The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro the vale, The primroses blow in the dews of the morning, And wild scatterd cowslips bedeck the green dale: But what can give pleasure, or what can seem fair, When the lingering moments are numberd by care ? No flowrs gaily springing, nor birds sweetly singing, Can soothe the sad bosom of joyless despair The deed that I dard, could it merit their malice, A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills, and his right are those valleys, Where the wild beasts find shelter, tho I can find none But tis not my suffrings this wretched, forlorn My brave gallant friends,Tis your ruin I mourn Your faith provd so loyal in hot bloody trial, Alas can I make it no better return?
Chinese breakdown
scotland
4 4
7
13
Clemetine
anon. (scotland)
3 4
5
Coilsfield House
Nathaniel Gow (scotland)
6 8
9
Corriechoillies Welcome
scotland
2 4
11
1 2
6 8
5
12
4 4
8
4 4
7
11
4 4
3 3 3
4 4
5
6 8
8
17
4 4
7
11
Dribbles of Brandy
scotland
6 8
9
The Drummers
scotland
4 4
7
2 4
8
4 4
4
4 4
4
Duncan Grey
scotland
2 4
9
Duncan Johnstone
P.M. D. MacLeod (scotland)
2 4
8
1
15
22
29
32
Duntroon Castle
scotland
13
17
tr
21
21
22
22
22
23
23
tr
23
23
23
23
tr
23
24
24
tr
24
24
tr
24
24
24
4 4
5
12
16
20
2 4
5
12
15
19
23
27
Eppie Adair
scotland
= 100
3 4
9
17
By love and by beauty, By law and by duty, I swear to be true to My Eppie Adair A pleasure exile me, Dishonor defile me, If eer I beguile thee, My Eppie Adair
Esmeralda
Trad. (scotland)
13
Fear ABhata
scotland
= 100
3 4
14
I climb the mountain and scan the ocean For thee, my boatman, with fond devotion When shall I see thee? today? tomorrow? Oh do not leave me in lonely sorrow. Chorus: O, my boatman, na horo aila, (3x) May joy await thee whereer thou sailest. Brokenhearted, I droop and languish, And frequent tears show mg bosoms anguish; Shall I expect thee tonight to cheer me? Or close the door, sighing, sad and weary. From passing boatmen Id fain discover If they have heard of or seen my lover; They never tell me Im only chided, And told my heart has been sore misguided
My lover promised to bring his lady A silken gown and a tartan plaidie, A ring of gold which would show his semblance But, ah I fear me for his remembrance. That thourt a rover my friends have told me, But not the less to my heart I hold thee; And every night in my dream I see thee, And still at dawn will the visions flee me. I may not hide it my hearts devotion Is not a seasons brief emotion; Thy love in childhood began to seize me And neer shall fade until death release me. My friends oft tell me that I must sever All thoughts of thee from my heart forever; Their words are idle my passions, swelling, Untamed as ocean, can brook no quelling.
My heart is weary with ceaseless wailing, Like wounded swan when her strength is failing Her notes of anguish the lake awaken, By all her comrades at last forsaken.
Fishers hornpipe
3 scotland
4 4
3
14
Gairsay
scotland
4 4
11
22
4 4
3 3
11
4 4
8
15
23
Gay Gordons
Scotland
= 180
2 4
10
A A G A A
18
27
35
44
Gillans reel
P. Milne (scotland)
4 4
7
13
6 8
7
11
6 8
8
1
11
Gloomy Night
scotland
= 100
4 4
5
13
The gloomy night is gathring fast, Loud roars the wild inconstant blast; Yon murky cloud is filled with rain, I see it driving oer the plain; The hunter now has left the moor, The scattred coveys meet secure; While I here wander, prest with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr. The Autumn mourns her ripning corn By early Winters ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the scowling tempest fly; Chill runs my blood to hear it rave; I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonie banks of Ayr.
Tis not the surging billowsroar, Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; tho death in evry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound; The heart transpiercd with many a wound; These bleed afresh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonie banks of Ayr. Farewell, old Coilias hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched Fancy roves, Pursuing past unhappy loves Farewell my friends farewell my foes My peace with these, my love with those The bursting tears my heart declare, Farewell, the bonie banks of Ayr
6 8
4
11
Greenwoodside
scotland
2 4
8
Greigs
scotland
4 4
5
10
14
Gude Wallace
scotland
= 100
6 8
5
O for my ain king, quo gude Wallace, The rightfu king of fair Scotland. Between me and my soverign blude I think I see some ill seed sawn. Wallace out over yon river he lap, And he has lighted low down on yon plain, And he was aware of a gay ladie, As she was at the well washing. What tydins, what tydins, fair lady, he says, What tydins hast thou to tell unto me What tydins, what tydins, fair lady, he says, What tydins hae ye in the south Countrie. Low down in yon wee Ostler house, There is fyfteen Englishmen, And they are seekin for gude Wallace, Its him to take and him to hang. Theres nocht in my purse, quo gude Wallace, Theres nocht, not even a bare pennie, But I will down to yon wee Ostler house Thir fyfteen Englishmen to see. And when he cam to yon wee Ostler house, He bad bendicite be there; . ... . ... Where was ye born: auld crookit Carl, Where was ye born in what countrie I am a true Scot born and bred, And an auld crookit carl just sic as ye see. I wad gie fifteen shillings to onie crookit carl, To onie crookit carl just sic as ye, If ye will get me gude Wallace, For he is the man I wad very fain see. He hit the proud Captain alang the chafft blade, That never a bit o meal he ate mair; And he sticket the rest at the table where they sat, And he left them a lyin sprawlin there. Get up, get up, gudewife, he says, And get to me some dinner in haste; For it will soon be three lang days Sin I a bit o meat did taste. The dinner was na weel readie, Nor was it on the table set, Till other fyfteen Englishmen Were a lighted about the yett.
Come out, come out, now gude Wallace This is the day that thou maun die; I lippen nae sae little to God, he says, Altho I be but ill wordie. The gudewife had an auld gudeman By gude Wallace he stiffly stood Till ten o the fyfteen Englishmen Before the door lay in their blude The other five to the greenwood ran And hes hangd these five upon a green And on the morn wi his merry men a He sat to dine at Lochmaben town.
4 4
3 3 3
11
Hasberry Howard
3 J. Scott Skinner (scotland) 3
4 4
3
11
16
21
26
28
Henry Martin
scotland
= 100
3 4
9
There were three brothers in merry Scotland In Scotland there lived brothers three And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go For to turn robber all on the salt sea The lot it fell first upon Henry Martin The youngest of all the three That he should turn robber all on the salt sea For to maintain his two brothers and he He had not been sailing but a long winters night And part of a short winters day When he espied a rich lofty ship Come a bibing down him straight away Hello, hello, cried Henry Martin What makes you sail so high Im a rich merchant ship bound for fair London town Wont you please for to let me pass by O no, o no, cried henry martin That thing it never can be For I have turned robber all on the salt sea For to maintain my two brothers and me So lower your topsail and bail up your mizzen Bring yourself under my lee Or I shall give you a fast flowing ball And your dear bodies drown in the salt sea Then broadside and broadside and at it they went For fully two hours or three Til Henry Martin gave to her the death shot Heavily listing to starboard went she The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore Straight to the bottom went she And Henry Martin sailed away . .. on the salt sea Sad news, sad news to old England came Sad news to fair London town There was a rich vessel and shes cast away And all of her merry men drowned
6 8
5
1 2
13
17
21
24
29
30
4 4
5
12
16
4 4
5
13
Highland laddie
scotland
4 4
9
Highway to Edinburgh
scotland
6 8
8
tr
Highway to Edinurgh
scotland
6 8
8
tr
4 4
8
Holms o Ire
scotland
4 4
8
1 2
11
6 8
5
13
Their groves o sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where brightbeaming summers exalt the perfume, Far dearer to me yon lone glen ogreen breckan Wi thburn stealing under the lang, yellow broom: Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers, Where the bluebell and gowan lurk, lowly, unseen; For there, lightly tripping amang the wild flowers, A listening the linnet, oft wanders my Jean. Tho rich is the breeze in their gay, sunny vallies, And cauld, Caledonias blast on the wave; Their sweetscented woodlands that skirt the proud palace, What are they ? The haunt othe tyrant and slave. The slaves spicy forests, and goldbubbling fountains, The brave Caledonian views widisdain; He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains, Save loves willing fetters, the chains ohis Jean.
Hundred Pipers
scotland
6 8
9
Huntingtone Castle
scotland tr tr
6 8
7
11
2 4
9 B
17
25
In Dispraise of Whisky
scotland
9 8
7
Inver lasses
scotland
4 4
7
4 4
3
13
19
Jacks Maggot
scotland
6 8
7
13
19
Jeans reel
3 Bobby MacLeod (scotland)
4 4
8
15
16
22
29
4 4
5
6 8
5
12
4 4
7
3
11
Jolly Ploughboy
scotland
June Apple
scotland
13
Kate Dalrymple
scotland
4 4
7
2 4
8
15
21
25
4 4
3 3 3 3
3 3
2 4
5
12
15
19
6 8
7
11
4 4
7
13
19
24
30
34
Lady Montgomerie
scotland
4 4
7
13
4 4
7
11
6 8
7
13
6 8
7
11
16
22
28
Lillian
scotland
3 4
19
33
49
4 4
4
2
10
13
14
16
4 4
7
13
19
Loch Rannoch
scotland
Voice I
6 8
9
17
Voice II
25
4 4
7
11
6 8
5
13
2 4
7
Lord MacDonalds
scotland
4 4
7
scotland
4 4
4
MacLeod of Mull
P.M. D. MacLeod (scotland)
6 8
5
14
14
18
22
26
30
33
6 8
5
1 2
13
14
18
23
27
30
35
36
40
45
6 8
5
12
16
20
3 2
5
The Mathematician
J. Scott Skinner (scotland) 3 3
4 4
3 3 3
3 3
12
3 3 3
McKenzie of Coul
scotland
4 4
7
13
6 8
8
4 4
4
4 4
5
10
15
3
Miss MacDermott
Turlough OCarolan (scotland)
2 2
9
18
6 8
5
6 8
5
1 2
12
16
20
Miss Shepherd
J. Scott Skinner (scotland)
4 4
4
3 4
16
6 8
8
14
20
26
2 4
7
13
16
11
6 8
8
1
15
16
23
30
4 4
7
12
19
23
29
4 4
7
11
6 8
5
12
4 4
4
6 8
8
1
15
19
27
34
My Dungannon sweetheart
Graham Townsend (scotland)
6 8
5
1 2
13
tr
tr
NB. the Notes markd thus x are expresst by a clap of the hand
4 4
8
My Peggys Face
scotland
= 64
2 4
5
13
My Peggys face, my Peggys form The frost of hermit age might warm. My Peggys worth, my Peggys mind Might charm the first of human kind. I love my Peggys angel air, Her face so truly heavenly fair, Her native grace so void of art: But I adore my Peggys heart.
The lilys hue, the roses dye, The kindling lustre of an eye Who but owns their magic sway ? Who but knows they all decay ? The tender thrill, the pitying tear, The generous purpose, nobly dear, The gentle look that rage disarms These are all immortal charms.
6 8
8
6 8
7
3
11
15
20
6 8
5
10
11
13
14
17
4 4
5
10
14
Mirk and rainy is the nicht Theres no a star in a the carry Lightening gleams across the sky And winds they blaw wi winter fury Chorus: O are you sleeping Maggie O are you sleeping Maggie Let me in , for loud the linn Is roaring oer the warlocks craigie Fearfu flows the boortree bank The rifted wood roars wild and dreary Loud the iron yett does clank And cry of howlets mak me eerie
Aboon my breath I daurna speak For fear Ill rouse your wakeful daddie Caulds the blast upon my check O rise, O rise, my bonnie lassie Shes oped the door, shes let him in Hes cruist aside his dreeping plaidie Ye can blow ye worst, ye winds and rain Since Maggie noo Im in aside thee O noo that youre wakin, Maggie O noo that youre wakin, Maggie What care I for howlets cry For roaring linn or warlocks craigie.
4 4
7
11
On a Bank of Flowers
scotland
= 100
4 4
9
On a bank of flowers in a summer day For summer lightly drest, The youthful, blooming Nelly lay, With love and sleep opprest; When Willie, wandring thro the wood, Who for her favour oft had sud He gazd, he wishd,He feard, he blushd, And trembled where he stood. Her closed eyes, like weapons sheathd, Were seald in soft repose; Her lips, still as she fragrant breathd, It richer dyed the rose. The springing lilies, sweetly prest, Wildwanton kissd her rival breast: He gazd, he wishd,He feard, he blushd, His bosom ill at rest.
Her robes, lightwaving in the breeze, Her tender limbs embrace; Her lovely form, her native ease, All harmony and grace. Tumultuous tides his pulses roll, A faltering, ardent kiss he stole; He gazd, he wishd, He eard, he blushd, And sighd his very soul. As flies the partridge from the brake On fearinspired wings, So Nelly starting, halfawake, Awar affrighted springs. But Willie, followd as he should, He overtook her in the wood; He vowd, he prayd, He found the maid Forgiving all, and good.
6 8
9
6 8
9
18
26
2 4
4
10
13
16
16
19
22
25
28
31
33
6 8
5
12
15
19
23
27
4 4
7
11
17
23
27
2 4
6
11
6 8
5
12
15
17
21
25
29
2 4
5
13
17
Presto
scotland
2 4
3 3 tr
4 4
3 3 3
Prince william ?
scotland
6 8
5
12
Princess Beatrice
W. B. Laybourn (scotland)
4 4
6
11
4 4
5
3 3 3
3 3 3
12
2 4
11
19
Rachel Rae
scotland
4 4
7
9 8
5
12
4 4
7
14
21
4 4
7
3
11
4 4
8
15
6 8
5
13
Cold winter was turnin oer moor and oer mountain And wild was the surge on the dark rollin sea When I met aboot daybreak a bonnie young lassie That asked me the road and the miles tae Dundee I said, "My young lassie, I canna weel tell ye The road and the distance I neer can weel gauge But if yell permit me tae gang a wee bittie Ill show ye the road and the miles tae Dundee At once she consented and gave me her airm Nae a word did I spear wham that lassie might be She appeared like an angel in feature and form As she walked by my side on the road tae Dundee At length with the howe of Strathmartine behind us The spires o the toon in full full view we could see She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye For showin me so far on the road tae Dundee. This ring and this purse please accept as a token And surely theres somethin that ye can gie me, That in years to come Ill the laddie remember Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?" I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom, And said, "Tak ye this, in remembrance o me", And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o the lassie Ere I pairted wi her on the road tae Dundee or: (So I took the gowd pin frae the scarf on my bosom And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o me So in times to come yell the laddie remember That walked by your side on the road tae Dundee) So heres tae the lassie, I neer will forget her Tae ilk a young laddie thats listnin tae me Never be sweir to convoy a young lassie Though its only to show her the road tae Dundee
Road to Skye
Trad.Buddy MacMaster, Natalie MacMaster (scotland)
6 8
5
12
4 4
5
D G D A7 DGD
Em
A7
12
A7
DGD
4 4
7
Ronas Voe
scotland
3 4
17
3 4
11
23
Rowan Tree
scotland
4 4
8
Roxborough Castle
scotland
4 4
7
1
15
3 4
9
A sailor lad and a tailor lad, And they were baith for me; I wid raither tack the sailor lad, And lat the tailor be. What can a tailor laddie dee Bit sit and sew a cloot, When the bonnie sailor laddie Can turn a ship aboot. He can turn her east, and he can turn her west, He can turn her far awa; He aye tells me t keep up my hairt For the time that hes awa.
I saw im lower his anchor, I saw im as he sailed; I saw im cast his jacket To try and catch a whale. He skips upon the planestanes, He sails upon the sea; A fancy man wi a curly pow Is aye the boy for me, Is aye the boy for me; A fancy man wi a curly pow Is aye the boy for me. He daurna brack a biscuit, He daurna smoke a pipe; He daurna kiss a bonnie lass At ten oclock at night.
I can wash a sailors shirt, And I can wash it clean; I can wash a sailors shirt, And bleach it on the green. Come arinkletinkle, falala, falala, Aboun a manowar.
4 4
7
11
Sandy Bells
3 3 scotland
4 4
5
3 3
11
13
4 4
4
12
13
16
Seumas MacNiel
Bobby MacLeod (scotland)
6 8
8
15
22
30
4 4
4
Shearing song
scotland
3 4
20
Sidlaw Hills
J. Watson (scotland)
4 4
7
11
4 4
7
11
4 4
4
6 8
8
6 8
Speed bon nie boat, like a Car ry the lad thats bird on the wing, born to be king, "On ward," the sail o ver the sea Dm B ors to cry Skye Dm
Dm
Gm
the Dm
air;
Dm
Baf
fled our
foes
stand on the
shore,
Fol
low they
will
not
dare.
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing, "Onward," the sailors cry Carry the lad thats born to be king, over the sea to Skye Loud the winds howl, load the waves roar, Thunderclaps rend the air; Baffled our foes stand on the shore, Follow they will not dare. Bold the waves leap, soft shall ye sleeep, Oceans a royal bed, Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep Watch by your weary head.
Manys the lad, fought on that day Well the claymore could wield When the night came, silently lay Dead on Cullodens field. Burned are our homes, exiled and dead Scattered the loyal men, Yet ere the sword cool in the sheat Charlie will come again
St Kilda Wedding
scotland
4 4
5
4 4
4
1 2
11
15
Stirling Castle
scotland
4 4
3 3 3 3 3 3
3 3
3 3 3
3 3 3
3 3
4 4
5
13
Fareweel to a our Scottish fame Fareweel our ancient glory Fareweel een to the Scottish name So famed in martial story Now Sark runs to the Solway sands And Tweed runs to the ocean To mark where Englands province stands Such a parcel o rogues in a nation
What force or guile could not subdue Through many warlike ages Is wrought now by a coward few For hireling traitors wages The English steel we could disdain Secure in valours station But English gold has been our bane Such a parcel o rogues in a nation
O would ere I had seen the day That treason thus could sell us My auld grey heid had lien in clay Wi Bruce and loyal Wallace But pith find power till my last hour Ill mak this declaration Were bought and sold for English gold Such a parcel o rogues in a nation in a na tion
3 4
17
A Part
4 4
5
1 2
3
B Part
13
17
21
2 4
8
Taladh Eirisgeach
Ireland
3 4
8
14
20
Horo lady bhig, Horo eile, Horo lady bhig, Horo eile, Horo lady bhig, Horo eile. A luidh biodh na stuadhan gad luasgadh gu braudar Horo lady bhig, Horo eile, Horo lady bhig, Horo eile, Horo la Horo la.
Temple House
scotland
6 8
5
12
16
20
Teribus
scotland
2 4
11
1 2
Teviot bridge
scotland
6 8
5
12
4 4
5
4 4
5
1 2
2 4
8
18
24
31
38
45
6 8
9
17
25
2 4
6
2
11
17
22
27
32
9 8
7
1 2
13
4 4
7
13
4 4
7
11
6 8
7
11
16
22
26
6 8
7
11
4 4
5
4 4
5
12
15
19
22
26
34
6 8
7
13
19
6 8
8
6 8
8
4 4
3
9
3
the Drummers
scotland
4 4
7
2 4
8
4 4
4 4
4
4 4
8
16
2 4
8
15
24
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7
1 2
11
tr
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7
(Start)
C7
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23
31
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7
11
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8
1
11
the Gobby O
scotland
6 8
9
17
6 8
9
4 4
3 3 3
11
4 4
7
13
6 8
9
1 2
17
24
29
4 4
5
13
6 8
7
11
4 4
8
4 4
3
13
3 3 3 3 3 3
19
6 8
8
14
19
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7
tr
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tr
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3
11
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4
4 4
3 3 3 3
3 3
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7
11
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4
2
10
13
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16
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7
11
the Loudon
scotland
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9
17
25
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8
15
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9
the Mathematician
J. Scott Skinner (scotland) 3 3
4 4
3 3 3
3 3
12
3 3 3
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8
4 4
7
11
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2 4
7
11
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4
10
13
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25
28
31
33
2 4
7
13
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5
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3 3 3
12
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11
19
the Reconciliation
scotland
4 4
7
11
4 4
3
12
3 3
3 4
11
23
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4
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7
14
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4
17
6 8
9
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8
B (E) B F 7 B (E) B A B
15
(E)
F 7
the Ton
scotland
2 4
8
The
wat er
is
wide,[ext]
I Gm
can C
Neith Am
er
Dm
have[ext]
me
car
ry F
two,[ext]
my
true love
and I.
I leaned back against an oak, Thinking it was a mighty tree, But first it bent and then it broke, So did my love prove false to me. I put my hand on some soft bush, Thinking the sweetest flower to find, I pricked my finger to the bone, And keft the sweetest flower behind.
Oh, love is handsome and love is kind, Gay as a jewel when its new, But love grows old and waxes cold, And fades away like morning dew. The water is wide...
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5
12
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29
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13
There was twa wives, and twa witty wives, As eer playd houghmagandie, And they coost oot, upon a time, Out oer a drink o brandy; Up Maggie rose, and forth she goes, An she leaves auld Mary flytin, And she farted by the byreen For she was gaun a shiten.
She farted by the byreen, She farted by the stable; And thick and nimble were her steps As fast as she was able: Till at yon dykeback the hurly brak, But raxin for some dockins, The beans and pease cam down her thighs, And she cackit a her stockins.
Thistle of Scotland
scotland
4 4
7
11
To Rodney we will go
scotland
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8
tr
16
tr
The Ton
scotland
2 4
8
Traditional Reel
Donald McLeods Reel
scotland
4 4
7
11
Trumlond House
scotland
12 8
5
13
Waly, Waly
scotland
= 100
F 7
Bm
3 2
5
D A D A7 D D7
G7
A7 3
D7
13
D7
Bm
A7 3
O, waly waly up the bank And waly, waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burnside Where I and my love wont to gae I leaned my back unto an aik And thocht it was a trusty tree But first it bowd and then it brak Sae my true love did lichtlie me. O waly, waly but love be bonnie A little time while it is new, But when its auld it waxes cauld And fades away like morning dew. O, wherefore should I busk my heid, Or wherefore should I kame my hair? For my truelove has me forsook, And says hell never love me mair.
Now Arthurs seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall neer be pressed by me, St. Antons Well shall be my drink, Since my truelove has forsaken me. Martinmas wind, when wilt thou blaw, And shake the green leaves aff the tree? O gentle death when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaws inclemencie; Tis not sic cauld that maks me cry, But my loves hearts grown cauld to me. Whm we came in by Glasgow toun, We were a comely sicht to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysel in cramasie.
But had I wist before I kisst That love had been sae ill to win, Id lockd my heart in a case of gold, And pinnd it wi a siller pin. Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurses knee, And I mysel were dead and gone, And the green grass growin ower me
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5
12
18
22
25
29
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5
Wi a Hundred Pipers
scotland
6 8
8
Oh, the
summ er
time G
has F m
come[ext] And Bm
the trees
are
sweet ly G
bloom in,
And the
wild
moun tain D
thyme[ext] Grows G
a round D
the
pur ple
heath
er;
Will D
ye
go,[ext]
las
sie, G
go? F m
And Bm
well
11
all
go
to
geth er, G
To pull
wild D
moun tain G
thyme[ext] All D
15
round
the pur
ple
heath er;
Will
ye
go,[ext]
Oh, the summertime has come And the trees are sweetly bloomin, And the wild mountain thyme Grows around the purple heather; Will ye go, lassie, go? And well all go together, To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather; Will ye go, lassie, go?
I will range through the wilds And the deep land so dreary And return with the spoils To the bower o my dearie; Will ye go, lassie, go? And well... If my true love will not come I will surely find another To pull wild mountain thyme All around the purple heather; Will ye go, lassie, go? And well... Oh, the autumntime is comin And the leaves will soon be fallin, And the blossoms o the summer Will soon wither on the mountain; Will ye go, lassie, go? And well...
I will build my love a tower By yon pure, crystal fountain, And its there I will bring All the flowers of the mountain; Will ye go, lassie, go? And well...
Will Ye Go To Flanders?
scotland
= 60
Dm
Am
Em F
4 4
9
Am Em F F C F C F C Dm C
Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O? Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O? Youll see the plaidies fall and youll hear the pipies calling Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O? Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O? Align we all the highlanders, my bonny Mally, O? Youll hear the captain call and youll see the sergeant crawling And the soldiers how they fall, O my Mally, O
instr. intro Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O? Will ye go to Flanders, my bonny Mally, O? There yell get wine and brandy, And sack and sugarcandy Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O? Will ye go to Flanders, my Mally, O? And see the chief commanders, my bonny Mally, O Youll see the bullets fly And the ladies loudly cry And the soldiers how they die, my Mally, O?
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