released October 15, 2012
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- Track Name: Fine Floo'ers
A meenister's dochter in the north,
(fine flooers in the Valley)
she's fa'en in love wi' her faither's clerk,
(and the green leaves they grouew rarely)
She's coortit him a year and a day,
till her the young man did betray,
She leaned her back agin a tree,
and there the tear did blin' her e'e.
She leaned her back agin a thorn,
and there twa bonnie boys has she born.
She's ta'en the napkin frae her neck,
and made tae them a winding sheet.
She's ta'en oot her wee penknife,
and quickly twined them o their life.
She's laid them 'neath a marble stane,
thinking tae gang a maiden hame.
She lookit ower her faither's wa',
and she's seen twa bonnie boys at the ba'.
'O bonnie bairns, gin ye were mine,
I would dress ye in the silk sae fine'.
'O cruel mither, when we were thine,
we didna see ocht o silk sae fine'.
'O bonnie bairns, come tell tae me,
whit kind o a daith I'll hae tae dee'.
'Seiven years a fish in the flood,
seiven years a bird in the wood.
Seiven years a tongue tae the warning bell,
seiven years in the caves o hell'.
'Welcome, welcome, fish in the flood,
welcome, welcome, bird in the wood.
Welcome tongue tae the warning bell,
but God keep me frae the caves o hell'.
- Track Name: Time Wears Awa'
Oh but the hours rin fast awa, like the Kelvin tae the Clyde
Sin on its bonnie gowan banks I wooed thee for my bride
My ain dear love, sae sweet an young, sae artless and sae fair
Then love was a' the grief we kent, and you my only care
Time wears awa, time wears awa
An' winna let us be
It stole the wild rose frae my cheek
An' the blythe blink frae your ee
When woods were green an flooers fair, and you were a' my ain
I little reckoned what years would bring o' poortith, toil an pain
Some wayfu' hours hae flapped their wings, dark shadows ower oor lot
Sin like twa cushats o' a glen, we strayed in this dear spot
The voices o' oor happy days steal on oor dreams by night
An cherished memories rise and glow wi' their departed light
But still the birds and burnies sing their wildered melodies
As in the gowden dawn o' life when we were young and free
- Track Name: May Thy Morn
O May, thy morn was ne'er sae sweet
As the mirk night o' December!
For sparkling was the rosy wine,
And private was the chamber,
And dear was she I dare na name,
But I will ay remember.
And here's to them that, like oursel,
Can push about the jorum!
And here's to them that wish us weel -
May a' that's guid watch o'er 'em!
And here's to them we dare na tell,
The dearest o' the quorum!
- Track Name: Both Sides The Tweed
What's the spring breathing jasmine and rose?
What's the summer with all its gay train?
What's the splendor of autumn to those
Who've bartered their freedom for gain?
Let the love of our land's sacred rights
To the love of our people succeed
Let friendship and honour unite
And flourish on both sides the Tweed
No sweetness the senses can cheer
Which corruption and bribery bind
No brightness the gloom can e'er clear
For honour's the sum of the mind
Let virtue distinguish the brave
Place riches in lowest degree
Think them poorest who can be a slave
Them richest who dare to be free