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Rolling Home
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1: Call all hands to man the capstan,
See the cable running clear,
Heave around and with the wheel boys,
For our homeland we will steer.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to Caledonia,
Rolling home dear land to thee.
2: Fare ye well ye Spanish ladies,
We must bid you all adieu,
Happy times we've had together,
Happy times we spent with you.
Rolling home, rolling home &c.
3: Round the horn one frosty morning,
And our sails are filled with snow,
You could hear the shellbacks calling,
Heave around and let her go.
Rolling home, rolling home &c.
4: Now the wake we leave behind us,
Seems to know the way we go,
There's a hearty welcome waiting,
In the land that we all know.
Rolling home, rolling home,
Rolling home across the sea,
Rolling home to Caledonia,
Rolling home dear land to thee.
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Will ye gang tae the Hielands Leezie Lindsay,
Will ye gang tae the Hielands wi me?
Will ye gang tae the Hielands Leezie Lindsay,
My bride and my darling tae be?
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Dashing White Sergeant
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1: There lives a lass by yonder bum
Wha jinks aboot the seggan,
And oft she gives her sheep a turn
That feed amang the bracken.
Could I believe she'd woo wi me
And leave her mam and daddy,
I'd aft times slip oot ower yon lea
And row her in ma plaidie.
2: Her breists tae busk I'd violets pu,
Frae yonder glen sae foggie,
And bluebells hangin wat wi dew,
Frae yonder den sae boggy.
I maun awa, I canna stay,
Should aa gang tapsalteerie,
Should bogles meet me on the way,
This nicht I'll see ma dearie.
3: I'll ben the spense and dress a wee
Wi knots and bots fu gaudie,
For I canna wait until I see
If she'll gang in ma plaidie.
Could I believe she'd woo wi me,
And tak me for her laddie,
I'd aft times slip oot ower yon lea
And row her in ma plaidie
And row her in ma plaidie.
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Aince Upon a Time
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1: Aince upon a time when I was young and bonnie,
Aince I had a bonnie lad but noo I haena ony;
When I wis cook aboot the hoose and he wis but a laddie,
I gied him aa my breid an ale tae be my bairnie's daddy.
2: Noo ma mistress oft times says tae me and weel I ken she's richt O,
I maun be safe in the hoose afore 'twas candlelicht O;
Johnny took me for his ain and I wis weel contentit,
Noo these nichts are passed and gone, oft times I repent it.
3: For Johnny he is lang syne gane and thinks on me nae mair O,
I maun seek another man tae faither Johnny's bairn O;
Dinna ye think ma bonnie lad that I am mad aboot ye,
For I can dae wi a man or I can dae withoot ye.
4: So lassies aa tak heed o me when the threshing time it fa's O,
Be share ye gaither in the grain and no the chaff that blaws O;
When I wis cook aboot the hoose and he wis but a laddie,
I gied him aa my breid an ale tae be my bairnie's daddy.
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1: And it's all for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All for ma beer and tobacco
Well I spent all me tin
Wi the lassies drinkin gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.
2: And where is me shirt, me noggin, noggin shirt,
All gone for beer and tobacco
Well the collar is all wore
And the front it is all tore
And the tail is looking out for better weather.
3: And where is me boots, me noggin, noggin boots,
All gone for beer and tobacco,
Well the toes are kicked about
And the heels are well worn out
And the soles are looking out for better weather.
4: Now I'm sick in the head and I haven't been tae bed,
Since I came ashore with me plunder,
I've seen centipedes and snakes
And I'm full of pains and aches
And I think I'll make a path for way out yonder.
5: All for me grog, me jolly, jolly grog,
All for ma beer and tobacco,
Well I spent all me tin
Wi the lassies drinkin gin,
Far across the western ocean I must wander.
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