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Boondock Skank
03:44
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There was a woman lived in the north
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
She has coorted her faither's clerk
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
She's coorted him for a year and a day
Hyi, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
Till her great belly did her betray
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
She's leaned her back against a tree
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
Thinkin that she might lichter be
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
She's leaned her back against a thorn
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
Bonnie's the boys that she has borne
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
But she's taen oot her wee penknife
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
And she has taen the bairnies' lives
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
She's buried them neath a marble stane
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
Thinking tae gang a maiden hame
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
She wis looking ower her faither's castle waw
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
She spied twa bonnie boys playing at the baw
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
"Oh Bonnie bairns, gin ye were mine"
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
"I'd dress ye up in silk sae fine"
Doun by the Greenwoodsidey-o
"Oh mither dear, fan we were thine"
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
"We nivver saw ocht o the silk sae fine"
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
"Bonnie bairns, come tell tae me"
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
"Fit kind o death I'll hae tae dee"
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
"Seven years a bird in the wood"
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
"Seven years a fish in flood"
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
"And seven years at the warnin bell"
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
"Seven years in the depths o hell"
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
Oh welcome, welcome bird in the wood
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
Welcome, welcome fish in the flood
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
And welcome, welcome tae the warnin bell
Hy, wi the rose and the Lindsey-o
God keep me oot o the depths o hell
Doun by the Greenwood Sidey-o
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Braw Sailing
05:18
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Well there came a letter yesterday,
Our ship it will sail at morn
'Alas! cried my bonny lass,
That ever I were born.
Chorus
And it's Braw sailing on the sea,
When wind and weather's fair.
But it's better to be in my love's arms,
I wish that I were there.
When he went to her farm house,
At twelve o'clock at noon.
The lassie being proud hearted,
She would not let him in.
So she's ta'en the ring from her pocket,
It cost her shillings nine.
Sayin' "Take this ring my bonnie lad,
For I have changed my mind."
So he's taken the ring from his pocket,
It cost him guineas three,
Sayin' "Take this ring my bonnie lass,
And aye think well of me."
And it's braw drinking Glasgow beer,
It's better drinking wine.
But it's better to be in my love's arms,
Where I have been many's the time.
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The Buzzard
05:19
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Tatties and Herrin'
04:07
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Oh ye Scots working men, ye've gone crazy, I fear
Every day ye maun hae yer but beef and yer beer
Little ken ye I noo, though ye'll soon come tae learn
That yer natural food is but tatties and herrin'
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Yer natural food is but tatties and herrin'
Wi' a pound in the week ye maun fair be content
Ye've aye got ten shillings for claes and for rent
Twa and six tae pit by gin ye need to be sparin'
Aye, and seven and sixpence for tatties and herrin'
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Aye, seven and sixpence for tatties and herrin'
When the harbour o' refuge was first thought about
Aberdeen and Stanehive, they were fair pitten oot
Fan they heard that the convicts were gettin' best farin'
O' guid Buchan tatties and Peterhead herrin'
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
O' guid Buchan tatties and Peterhead herrin'
Fan the queen's wantin' men tae gang fecht wi' her foes
It's nae tae the roast beef devourers she goes
But awa' tae the north amongst the brave and the darin'
Tae the lads that were brocht up on tatties and herrin'
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Tae the lads that were brocht up on tatties and herrin'
Tatties and herrin', tatties and herrin'
Tae the lads that were brocht up on tatties and herrin'
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Janine's
03:39
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Old Blind Dogs Scotland, UK
Old Blind Dogs have long been at the forefront of Scotland's roots revival, fusing dynamic percussion, polished vocals,
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