Disk 1
Shoals Of Herring
The Maid In The Calico Dress
Come By The Hills
Charlie's Landing
The Road To The Isles
A Scottish Soldier
Raglan Road
Hey Johnnie Cope
If My Memory Serves Me Well
White Squall
Tramps & Hawkers
My Cavan Girl
Pipes In The Glen
Jamie Raeburn
River
Disk 2
Mary Ellen Carter
Rare Auld Times
I Have Seen The Highlands
Uist Tramping Song
The Water Is Wide
The Massacre Of Glencoe
Twa Recruiting Sergeants
Lover's Heart
Loch Tay Boat Song
The Battle's O'er
Take Her In Your Arms
Caledonia
Sally Gardens
Peggy And The Soldier
These Are My Mountains

She went down last October in a pouring driving rain
The skipper he’d been drinking and the mate he felt no pain
Too close to three mile rock and she was dealt her mortal blow
And the Mary Ellen Carter settled low
There were just us five aboard her when she finally was awash
We worked like hell to save her all heedless of the cost
And the groan she gave as she west down it caused us to proclaim
That the Mary Ellen Carter would rise again
Well the owners wrote her off, not a nickel would they spend
She gave twenty years of service, boys, then met her sorry end
But insurance paid the loss to us, so let her rest below
Then they laughed at us and said we had to go
But we talked of her all winter, some days around the clock
She’s worth a quarter million, afloat and at the dock
And with every jar that hit the bar, we swore we would remain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again
Chorus:
Rise again rise again
That her name not be lost to the knowledge of men
All those who loved her best and were with her ‘til the end
Will make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again
All spring now we’ve been with her on a barge lent by a friend
Three dives a day in a hardhat suit and twice I’ve had the bends
Thank God it’s only sixty feet and the currents here are slow
Or I’d never have the strength to go below
But we’ve patched her rents, stopped her vents. dogged hatch and porthole down
Put cables to her, ‘fore and aft and girded her around
Tomorrow, noon, we hit the air and then take up the strain
And make the Mary Ellen Carter rise again
Chorus
For we couldn’t leave her there, you see, to crumble into scale
She’d saved our lives so many times, living through the gale
And the laughing, drunken rats who left her to a sorry grave
They won’t be laughing in another day
And you, to whom adversity has dealt the final blow
With smiling bastards, lying to you everywhere you go
Turn to, and put Out all your strength of arm and heart and brain
And, like the Mary Ellen Carter rise again!
Chorus

Chorus:
Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be
By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy
Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory
And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please
Oh, a rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties

I was born and bred in Glasgow
In a Gallowgate tenement
When people spoke of my bonny land
I didn’t know what they meant
But when I took to travel
I moved far and wide
And now when 1 speak of my native land
I speak with love and pride.
Chorus
Oh I have seen the highlands
1 have seen the low
And I will sing of my native land
wherever 1 may go.
Auld nature took a tantrum
Many an age gone by
To outdo all of her wondrous works
She thought she’d have a try
She toiled and she thundered,
She rumbled and she rolled
She made the highlands o’ Scotland
Then she threw away the mould.
Chorus
Come rambling up by Oban
Strolling down by Perth
In the rugged. hills of Argyllshire
Find the sweetest place on earth
Go rambling by the Cullins
See the Lomond in the mist
On the lovely islands of Mulla,
Hear the songbird at his best.
Chorus



Chorus:
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, and shoes for their feet.
We wined them and dined them,
they ate of our meat,
And they slept in the house of MacDonald.
Chorus
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.”
Chorus
They came 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.
Chorus
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.
Chorus


She was in a flowery garden when first she caught my eye
The flowers she held were fresh and fair her lips were full and red
And as I passed that shady bower these words to me she said
Last night we spoke of love now we’re forced to part
You leave to the sound of the marching drum and the beat of a lover’s heart
She was by the shore tn the evening when next I saw my dear
Running barefoot by the waterside she called as I drew near
The sunlight glanced at the water’s edge making fire of her auburn hair
My young heart danced to her parting words that hung in the evening air

When I’ve done the work of day
And I row my boat away,
Down the waters of Loch Tay
When the evening light is fading.
And I look upon Ben Lawers
Where she after glory glows.
And I think on two bright eyes,
And the merry mouth below.
She’s my beauteous Nighean ruadh,
My joy and sorrow too,
And although she is untrue,
I cannot live without her,
For my heart’s a boat in tow
And I’d give the wor ld to know,
Why she means to let me go
As I sing haree haroo.
Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair
Holds more glamour I declare,
Than all the tresses rare,
From Killin to Aberfeldy,
Be they lint-white, brown or gold,
Be they blacker than the sloe,
They are no more worth to me
Than a melting flake of snow.
Her eyes are like the gleam, -
Of the sun’s dance on the stream,
And the songs the fairies sing,
Are but songs she sings at milking,
But my heart is foil of woe,
For last night she bade me go,
And the tears begin to flow
As I sing haree haro.


March no more my soldier laddie
Have you seen him on the corner?
And his lip would reach the pavement
He's been hiding from his razor
Is he not an awful sight?
In love, he was the purist
Now he's frightening our tourists
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right
Chorus:
Sayin' "Take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her
Take her in your arms
And hold that woman tight
Won't you take her in your arms
And tell her that you love her
If you're going to love a woman
Then be sure and do it right"
Now he met her at a disco
In a dive in San Francisco
And it all might have been different
Had he seen her in daylight
She was painted, she was scented
But she drove your man demented
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right
Chorus
Here's a pub with fun and laughter
The landlord's buying bevy
There's a session in the corner
And the craic is grand tonight
But your man who's lost his woman
He's still at home lamenting
If he'd gone and asked his father
Oh, I'm sure he'd set him right
Chorus
Now, depression's not a million laughs
But suicide's too dang'rous
Don't go leapin' out of buildin's
In the middle of the night
It's not the fall but landin'
That'll alter social standin'
So go first and ask your father
And I'm sure he'll set you right
Chorus
Here's a health to all true lovers
Their sisters and their brothers
And their uncles and their grannies
For this thing is black and white
If you're keen to start romancin'
With its leppin' and its dancin'
Then go first and ask your father
And I'm sure he'll set you right
Chorus

I’ve been telling old stories and singing old songs
I have roved and kept on moving, proved the point that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losin’, found others on the way
I’ve kissed the ladies, left them crying, stolen dreams, there’s no denying
I have travelled hard with my conscience flying somewhere in the wind

It was down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree
But I being young and foolish with her I did not agree
In a field down by the river my love and I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand
She bid me take life easy as the grass grows on the weirs
But I was young and foolish and now I am full of tears
Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet
She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet
She bid me take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree
But I was young and foolish and with here I did not agree

It caused lovely Peggy to smile and say, I wilt go with my gallant soldier

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