Track 1 : Red, Red Rose
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 deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare-thee-weel, my only Luve!
And fare-thee-weel, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!
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Track 2 : Old Scots Drink
Gie him drink until he wink,
He that's sinking in despair;
And liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care:
There let him bouse, an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more
Instrumental:
Middle :
Well your sittin in the corner,
fair, dram in yer hand (pronounced hon)
An' Yer pickin up the pieces,
Though you can barely stand (pronounced ston)
An' yeh picture her fine face,
All, gleaming white,
As yer tryin to find yer way home,
In the - dead of night.
You whisper in the darkness,
Even Though she cannot hear,
soft, but clear, I love you,
A love a-washed with fear.
An' its the drink that does the talkin,
When the police pick you up,
When youve been lying on the pavement,
On the filth an' grime an' muck
But just before you know it,
Yer in the back eh' a squad car,
Givin those poor coppers hastle,
Wishin, you're back at the bar.
Coz the drink is dryin up now,
An' head is feelin sore,
A night spent at the station,
Before breaking down your own back door,
Because you lost the key that evening,
Somewhere along the road,
Coz you cant escape the mindset,
Of not doin what your told.
Coz life it aint that easy,
When every day is just the same,
When every body's just plain boring,
When no - body knows your name.
WHEN NOBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
WHEN NOBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
LIFE IS NOT THAT EASY
WHEN NOBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME
so
Gie him drink until he wink,
He that's sinking in despair;
And liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That's prest wi' grief and care:
There let him bouse, an' deep carouse,
Wi' bumpers flowing o'er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An' minds his griefs no more
Track 3: The Dark
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^ that x8
Pre Chorus:
^ that x2
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^ that x2
Bridge:
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Lyrics:
Earth'd up, here lies an imp o' hell,
Planted by Satan's dib-ble;
Poor silly wretch, he's damned himsel',
To save the Lord the trou-ble.
Then the song progresses as usual.
Track 4: For Scotland Lads!
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Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots, wham Bruce has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
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Or to Victorie!
Now's the day, and now's the hour;
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's power-
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Chains and Slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a Slave?
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Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Scotland's King and Law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Free-man stand, or Free-man fa',
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Let him on wi' me!
By Oppression's woes and pains!
By your Sons in servile chains!
We will drain our dearest veins,
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But they shall be free!
Lay the proud Usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every blow!-
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Let us Do or Die!
Track 5 : Beware ' Bonnie Ann'
Ye gallants bright, I rede you right,
Beware o' bonie Ann;
Her comely face sae fu' o' grace,
Your heart she will trepan:
Her een sae bright, like stars by night,
Her skin sae like the swan;
Sae jimply lac'd her genty waist,
That sweetly ye might span.
Intrumental:
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Youth, Grace, and Love attendant move,
And pleasure leads the van:
In a' their charms, and conquering arms,
They wait on bonie Ann.
The captive bands may chain the hands,
But love enslaves the man:
Ye gallants braw, I rede you a',
Beware o' bonie Ann!
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