O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune As fair art thou, my bonie lass, So ...

There was a soldier A Scottish soldier Who wandered far away And soldiered far away There was non bolder With good broad shoulder He's fought in many a fray An...

Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee Who shall say ...

Though Geordie's a man I hav'ny seen lately, I met with his brother in Tain Says I, "Do ye think that he's still off the drink?" "Oh, no, HE'S AT IT AGAIN!" Ay...

At market day in Huntley toon, an' it was there I did agree Wi' Bogieside the farmer a twelvemonth for to fee Tae drive his twa best horses, that's a task that ...

Oh Bridget O'Malley, you've left my heart shaken With a hopeless desolation I'd have you to know It's the wonders of admiration your quiet face has taken And yo...

I am a wand'ring minstrel man, And Love my only theme, I've stray'd beside the pleasant Bann, And eke the Shannon's stream; I've pip'd and play'd to wife and ma...

By the Hush It's by the hush, me boys I'm sure that's to hold your noise, And listen to poor Paddy's narration For I was by hunger pressed, And in poverty distr...

Chorus-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie dearie As I gaed down the water-side, There I m...

In the year '98, when our troubles were great It was treason to be a Milesian And the black-whiskers said we would never forget And our history shows they were ...

My darling, do not break your heart Though I leave this Irish shore Though their cruel laws may force us to part Fate may join we two once more Take this farew...

It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, that do sail, It if wasn't for the ships that do sail, Dublin Lady wouldn't have to sit alone upon her stool, It if was...

I was forced to wander because that I was poor And to leave the hills of Caledonia seemed more than I could endure And when that I was travellin oh what thought...

The old days have gone that had use for a man Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord Now the s...

There's many who talk of Freedom And we have some it's true But if you think it's fairly shared around Then you don't have a clue, No you just don't have a clue...

Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray Wha will ride for Geordie's sel' He's the flower o' Glen Isla And the darlin' o' Dunkeld See the white rose in his bonnet See h...

Chor - Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O There's nought but care on ev'ry...

"Oh, hold your tongue, dear Sally, as i gang tae the town And I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw white muslin gown I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a...

THE HEART OF YOUR HOME He still smiles when he recalls How the gold ring fit her finger And they made that moment linger That it's memory'd be strong They had ...

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has gotten a hat and a feather, Hey, brave Johnie lad, ...

Up wi' the carls o' Dysart, And the lads o' Buckhaven, And the kimmers o' Largo, And the lasses o' Leven Chorus-Hey, ca' thro', ca' thro', For we hae muckle ad...

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and forsaken The lands of my fathers the gallant and brave To make room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken And t...

Ah me, I must mourn my true love evermore Though coldly forsaken, it's you adore And if you'd return then I'd make you my bride Or I'd cross the wild Atlantic t...

It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me troubles, I'll feel no pain If I never spend a morning with...

Tho' women's minds, like winter winds, May shift, and turn, an' a' that, The noblest breast adores them maist- A consequence I draw that Chorus For a' that, a...

It was a' for our rightfu' King We left fair Scotland's strand; It was a' for our rightfu' King We e'er saw Irish land, my dear, We e'er saw Irish land Now a' ...

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew, Must be h...

There was a lord, lived in this town Who had a handsome, lovely daughter She was courted by a fair young man Who was a servant to her father But when her parent...

Monday morning, why do you haunt me With your bells and factory whistles all around? Monday morning, why do you taunt me? And I so tired I could sleep here on t...

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore; I came of honest parents, but now they're lying ...

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy but a fair young maid As I wi' others was out a hunting No sh...

I am a ramblin' Irishman It's Ulster I was born in And manys the happy hour I spent On the banks of sweet Loch Erin Ah but to live poor I could not endure Like ...

There was a lad was born in Kyle, But whatna day o' whatna style, I doubt it's hardly worth the while To be sae nice wi' Robin Chor - Robin was a rovin' boy, R...

My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang, But a bonnie westlin weaver lad Has gart me change my sang Chorus: Tae the weaver's gin ye go fa...

When I was a miller in Fife, Losh! I thought that the sound o' the happer Said, ``Tak' hame a wee flow to your wife, To help to mak' brose to your supper'' The...

Have you seen him on the corner And his lip would reach the pavement He's been hiding from his razor, Is he not an awful sight? In love he was the purist, How h...

There was a fair young lady so lately I've been told She lived with her uncle, the cause of all her woes; Her uncle had a ploughboy, which Mollie liked quite we...

THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sighed, when at twilight repairing To wander alone...

Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you lodge a leal poor man?" Laddie ...

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes To giv...

As I came in by Auchindoun, A little wee bit frae the town, When to the Highlands I was bound To view the Haughs of Cromdale I met a man in tartan trews, I spie...

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotio...

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which way f...

I'm wearin' awa', Jean Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, Jean, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal There 's nae sorrow there, Jean, There 's neither cauld nor car...

When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary O; Down by the burn, where bi...

Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor, Dang doun the steeple and fuddle...

Oh, there're sober men in plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl But gie me a ramblin' rover, And f...

Come gather 'round you freeborn men And draw your chairs to mine And I'll tell you of my country, That you might understand And of the English armies, That marc...

Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Tibbie Fowler o' the glen, there's ower mony wooin' at her Ten cam' east and ten cam' west and ten ca...

Where are you tonight I wonder And where will you be tonight when I cry? Will sleep for you come easy, Though I alone can't slumber Will you welcome in the morn...

Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine and brandy And medals find and dandy, O will ye go to F...