Craig Herbertson

Green grow the rashes O, Green grow the rashes O, The feather-bed is no sae saft As a bed amang the

Mad Lizzie she is waiting for the setting of the sun Her mind is on the morrow and the ordeal yet to come

Heres a health to the ladies I freely confess For grace and sweet charm they are doubly blessed Their

One for the sailing ship safe cross the sea One for the Hessian's bold company One for the soldier who

Come all ye fair and tender ladies, Take warning how you court young men, They're like the stars on a

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

When Bonnie commanded his armies to stand he levelled his cannon all over the land he levelled his cannon

We shot him in the morning The youngest kid in the war Propaganda said deserter The soldier boys werent

As I gaed doon tae Strichen toon I met a fair maid mourning She was makin sair complaint For her true

A street car named Desire Lights the lights on the funeral pyre Madame Duvall is not retired Shes

This is my story This is my song It's a long way from Gorgie To the fields o' the Somme

Child of grace you wait for me Out across the starlit see My heart's a boat You're love's a

When I've done my work of day, and I row my boat away Doun the waters of Loch Tay as the evening sun is

By Mill o Tifty there lived a man In the neighbourhood o' Fyvie He had a lovely daughter fair And

Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands