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Tell them ye are frae Scotland come,
for Scotia's relief;
Tell them ye are the vera best
wal'd frae the fattest flock,
Then raise our arms and oh display
a hinging toom meal pock.
And sing Oh waes me!
for Scotia's relief;
Tell them ye are the vera best
wal'd frae the fattest flock,
Then raise our arms and oh display
a hinging toom meal pock.
And sing Oh waes me!
Tell them ye're wearied o' the chain
that hauds the state thegither
For Scotland wishes just to tak
gude night wi ane anither
We canna tho'e—we canna bide,
this hard unwieldy yoke,
For wark and want but ill agree,
wi a hinging toom meal pock.
And sing Oh waes me!
that hauds the state thegither
For Scotland wishes just to tak
gude night wi ane anither
We canna tho'e—we canna bide,
this hard unwieldy yoke,
For wark and want but ill agree,
wi a hinging toom meal pock.
And sing Oh waes me!
The Angels Whisper.
A baby was sleeping its mother was weeping.
for her husband was far on the wild raging sea
And the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling
and she cried, Dermot darling oh come back to me.
for her husband was far on the wild raging sea
And the tempest was swelling round the fisherman's dwelling
and she cried, Dermot darling oh come back to me.
Her beads while she number'd the baby still slumber'd,
and smil'd in her face as she bended her knee
and smil'd in her face as she bended her knee
