Bardic

Oh, the praties they are small, over here, over here! Oh, the praties they are small and we dig them in the fall, And we eat them coats and all, over here, over here. Oh, I wish that we were geese,...

My young love said to me, "My mother won't mind And my father won't slight you For your lack of kind" And she stepped away from me And this she did say "Oh, it will not be long, love,...

Scary cold days in the world of my Granny She rocks in her chair, she's captured in her memory Her features tell the tale of troublesome past Patience and endurance helped her to defeat the task But...

Bear in mind That death is a drum A call when life is done Bear in mind That death is a drum Beatin‘ forever till the end will come The beatin‘ drum of fear The dark is coming near Who will read the...

Wha wadna fecht for Charlie? Wha wadna draw the sword? Wha wadna up an' rally At the royal Prince's word? Think on Scotland's ancient heroes Think on foreign foes to repell'd Think on glorious Bruce...

A down by the Glenside I met and old woman, A plucking young nettles nor saw I was coming, I listened awhile to the song she was humming, Glory O, Glory O, to the Bold Fenian Men. ‘Tis fifty long...

Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet She bid me‘ take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree But I being young and foolish with...

I stood still and was a tree amid the wood Knowing the truth of things unseen before The black rain stained my greenish lung The toxic waste I sucked in, All my arms were getting numb. I lay down and...