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O how can my poor heat be glad
When absent from my sailor lad
How can I the thought forego,
He's on the seas to meet the foe
....

Or else...
....
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigiebum
And blythe awakes the morrow,
But a'pride of spring's return...

Robert Burns...

2007-01-01 20:46:45 · 1 answers · asked by klaartedubois 4 in Society & Culture Mythology & Folklore

1 answers

Haydn's okay, but I tend to prefer more martial airs. This is one of my favorites, as sung by Tommy Makems boys.

Killiecrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o?
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o?
An' ye had been whaur I hae been
Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
An' ye had seen what I hae seen
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

I fought at land, I fought at sea
At hame I fought my auntie-o
But I met the Devil and Dundee
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

The bauld pit cur fell in a furr
And Clavers gat a crankie-o
Or I had fed an Athol gled
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o
Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie
I' the brush ayont the brankie-o?
Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's lofe
Than come tae Killiecrankie-o

It's nae shame, it's nae shame
It's nae shame to shank ye-o
There's sour slaes on Athol braes
And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o

2007-01-02 01:37:43 · answer #1 · answered by Lord Bearclaw of Gryphon Woods 7 · 1 0

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