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1 Beaton s Best Tracks: Twa Recruiting Sergeants Loch Lomond A Scottish Soldier The Skye Boat Song The Massacre Of Glencoe Shoals Of Herring Hey Johnnie Cope The Dark Island Scots Wha Hae These Are My Mountains Credits: Alex Beaton vocals, guitar Ron Eisenberg bass Bob Gothar guitar Randy Fana acoustic piano, synthesizer Alasdair Fraser fiddle

2 Twa Recruiting Sergeants Twa recruiting sergeants cam frae the Black Watch To markets and fairs some recruits for to catch And a that they listed was forty an twa So list bonnie laddie an come awa : It is over the mountains and over the main Through Gibraltar to France and Spain Put a feather to your bonnet and kilt abeen your knee An list my bonnie laddie an come awa wi me Laddie, ya dinna ken the danger that you re in If your horses wis to gleg an your ousen wis to rin This greedy auld fairmer winna pay your fee So list bonnie laddie an come awa wi me It is intae the barn and oot o the byre This auld fairmer thinks yell never tire It s a slavery job of low degree So list bonnie laddie an come awa wi me Laddie, if you ve got a sweetheart an bairn Yell easily get rid o that ill-spun yarn Twa rattles o the drum and that ll pay it a So list bonnie laddie an come awa

3 Loch Lomond By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond Where me and my true love would ever want to gae To the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond : Oh ye ll tak the high road and I ll tak the low road And I ll be in Scotland afore ye But me and my true love will never meet again On the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond It was there that we parted by yon shady glen On the steep steep side of Ben Lomond Where in deep purple hue the highland hills we view And the moon coming out in the gloaming. Ben Lomond

4 A Scottish Soldier There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier, Who wandered far away and soldiered far away. There was none bolder, with good broad shoulder, He fought in many a fray. And fought and won! He d seen the glory and told the story, of battles glorious and deeds victorious. But now he s sighing, his heart is crying, To leave these green hills of Tyrol. : Because these green hills are not Highland hills. Or the island hills they re not my land s hills! And fair as these green foreign hills may be, They are not the hills of home. And so this soldier, this Scottish soldier s Will wander far no more and soldier far no more. And on a hillside, a Scottish hillside, You ll see a piper play His Soldier home! He d seen the glory, he d told the story, Of battles glorious and deeds victorious, The bugles cease now, he is at peace now, Far from those green hills h of Tyrol. And now the soldier, this Scottish soldier, Who d wandered far away and soldiered far away; Sees leaves are falling and death is calling, And he will fade away, in that far land! He called his piper, his trusty piper, And bade him sound a lay, a pibroch sad to play. Upon a hillside, but Scottish hillside, Not on these green hills of Tyrol.

5 The Skye Boat Song : Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing; Onward, the sailors cry. Carry the lad that is born to be king Over the sea to Skye. Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar; Thunder claps rend the air, Baffled, our foes stand on the shore; Follow, they will not dare. The Cuillin Mountains on Skye Many s the lad fought on that day; Well the claymore could wield, When the night came, silently lay. Dead on Culloden s field, Burned are our homes; exile and death Scattered the loyal men; Yet, ere the sword cool in the sheath, Charlie will come again.

6 They came c in the night while our men were asleep, This band of Argyll s through snow soft and deep. Like murdering foxes amoung helpless sheep, They slaughtered the house of MacDonald. Some died in their beds at the hands of the foe, Some fled in the night and were lost in the snow, Some lived to accuse him who struck the first blow, But gone was the house of MacDonald. The Massacre Of Glencoe : Oh, cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe And covers the grave o Donald Oh, cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe And murdered the house of Mac Donald. They came in a blizzard; we offered them heat, A roof o er their head, &y shoes for their feet. We wined them and dined them, they ate of our meat, And they slept in the house of MacDonald. They came from Fort William with murder in mind. The Campbell had orders King William had signed; Put all to the sword, these words underlined, Leave no one alive called MacDonald.

7 Shoals Of Herring O,, it was on a fine and pleasant day, Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring As a cabin boy on a sailing luger For to hunt the bonny Shoals of Herring. O,, the work was heard and hoours were long, And the treatment sure it took some bearing, There was little kindness and the kicks were many As we hunted for the Shoals of Herring. O,, we left the home grounds in the t month of June. And to canny shiels we soon were bearing. With a hundered clan of the silver darlings That we d taken from the Shoals of Herring. Now you re up on deck, you re a fisherman, You can swear and show a manly bearing. Take your turn on watch with the other fellows While you re searching for the Shoals of Herring. A Yankee Four-Master In the stormy seas and the living gales Just to earn your daily bread you re daring. From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands As you re following the Shoals of Herring O,, I earned ed my keep and I paid my way, And I earned the gear that I was wearing. Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes We were sailing after Shoals of Herring

8 Hey.Johnnie Cope Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar Charlie, meet me an ye daur And I ll learn yooou the art o war If you 11 meet me in the morning. : Hey Johnnie Cope, are ye walkin yet Or are your drums abeatin yet If ye were walkin I would wait To gang to the coals in the morning. When Charlie looked the letter upoon He drew his sword the scabbard from Come follow me my merry men And we ll meet Johnnie Cope in the morning When Johnnle Cope to Dunbar came They spiered at him Where s all your men? The devil confound me gin I ken For I left them all in the morning. Now Johnnie troth, ye were na blate To come with the news o your own defeat And leave your men in such a strait So early in the morning. In Faith quote Johnnie I got sic ilegs Wi their cclaymon c claymon-es and filabegs If I face them devil break my legs So I wish you all a good morning, Now Johnnie, be as good as your word Come let us try baith fire and sword And dinnae flee like a frightened bird That s chased from its nest in the morning. When Johnnie Cope he heard o this He thought it widna be amiss To have a horse in readiness To flee away in the morning. The Highland Attack The Battle of Prestonpans

9 The Dark Island Benbecula, Outer Hebrides The Dark Island In the years long gone by since I first left my borne I was young aand I wanted the wide world to roam But now I am older and wiser you see And that lovely dark island is calling to me. : Though I ve wandered away from the land of my birth And been roamin aroound to the ends of the earth Still my heart is at home in that land far away And that lovely dark island where memories stray. One day Ill return to that far distant shore And from the dear island I ll wander no more Till the day that I die, I will no longer roam And that lovely dark island will be my last home.

10 Scots, Wha Hae Scots, wha hae wi Wallace bled Scots, wham Bruce had often led Welcome to your gory bed, or to victory Now s the day and now s the hour See the front of battle lour See approach proud Edwards power, chains and slavery. Wha will be a traitor knave Wha can fill a coward s grave Wha sae base as be a slave, let him turn and flee Wha for Scotlands king and law Freedoms sword will strongly draw Free man stand or freeman fa, let him follow me. By oppressions woes and pains By our sons in servile chains We will drain our dearest viens, but they shall be free Lay the proud usuper low Tyrants fall in every foe Liberty s in every blow, let us do or dee d ee! Robert the Bruce Addressing the Troops at Bannochburn

11 These Are My Mountains : For these are my mountains and this is my glen The bran of my childhood will know me again No land s ever claimed me tho far I did roam For these are my mountains and I m going home For fame and for fortune I wander d the earth And now I ve come back to this land of my birth I ve brought back my treasures but only to find They re less than the pleasures I first left behind Kind faces will meet me and welcome me in And how they will greet me my am kith and kin This night by the fireside old songs will be sung At last I ll be hearing my am mother tongue The Scottish Highlands