Andy M. Stewart

"Oh, hold your tongue, dear Sally, as i gang tae the town And I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw

Wha will ride wi' gallant Murray Wha will ride for Geordie's sel' He's the flower o'

THE GABERLUNZIEMAN Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and

Though Geordie's a man I hav'ny seen lately, I met with his brother in Tain. Says I, "Do ye

When first my brave Johnie lad came to this town, He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown; But now he has

Oh, there're sober men in plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That

As I roved out one fine summer's morn 'Mang lofty hills, moorlands and mountains Wha should I spy

Will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? Oh will ye go tae Flanders, Young Jimmy-o? There you'll get wine

It's morning o'er the Islands I love And wild seas lie still, deep and blue Though life has sent me

THERE came to the beach a poor exile of Erin. The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country

Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld. They hangit their minister,

My name is Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from

O my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie,

There was a lord, lived in this town Who had a handsome, lovely daughter. She was courted by a fair young

Chorus.-Ca' the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie