by Burns Robert on album Miscellaneous

Burns Robert Miscellaneous To The Weavers Gin Ye Go TO THE WEAVER"S GIN YE GO (Robert Burns) My heart was ance as blythe and free As simmer days were lang; But a bonie, westlin weaver lad H

by Andy M Stewart on album Miscellaneous

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 care, Jean The day is aye fair In the land o

by Andy M Stewart on album At It Again

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 spiered at him, what was the news Quo'

by Andy M. Stewart on album Man in the Moon

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 wi my tow-ro-ae Well the nicht be

by Andy M. Stewart & Manus Lunny on album Dublin Lady

by Andy M. Stewart on album By the Hush

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 fuddled the bell. The steeple was doun

by Andy M. Stewart on album By the Hush

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 fae Orkney down to Dover. We will

by Andy M. Stewart on album Donegal Rain

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 cam' sailin' ower the watter Twa cam' d

by Andy M. Stewart & Phil Cunningham & Mánus Lunny on album Fire in the Glen

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 give her a token of his love, we suppose "

by Andy M. Stewart on album Donegal Rain

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 for to roam. Yet I'll never return to

by Andy M. Stewart on album Non-Album Releases

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 soldiers of England have taken his bro

by Andy M. Stewart on album Non-Album Releases

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 made a brand new start Found a whole new way of living Tw

by Andy M. Stewart & Manus Lunny on album Dublin Lady

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 made a brand new start Found a whole new

by Andy M. Stewart & Manus Lunny on album Celtic Spirit of Scotland

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 spiered at him, what was the news Quo' he, "Th

by Andy M. Stewart on album Non-Album Releases

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 they had to seek out new homes far awa

by Andy M. Stewart & Manus Lunny on album Dublin Lady

by Andy M. Stewart on album By the Hush

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 low; Though' many's the pleasant days

by Andy M Stewart on album Miscellaneous

At market day in Huntley toon An' it was there, I did agree Wi' Bogieside, the farmer A twelve month for to fee Tae drive his twa best horses That's a task that I could do Tae drive his twa best hors

by Andy M. Stewart on album Songs of Robert Burns

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, Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin',

by Andy M. Stewart & Phil Cunningham & Mánus Lunny on album Fire in the Glen

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 came to my mind That I had never seen h