Craig Herbertson - A Red, Red Rose | Текст Иностранной Песни
my Luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O my Luve's like the melodie, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my
Craig Herbertson - Dainty Davie | Текст Иностранной Песни
Now rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers; And now comes in the happy hours, To wander wi' my Davie. Meet me on the warlock
Craig Herbertson - Mary Queen Of Scots: Her Last Moments | Текст Иностранной Песни
Jeune reine, ple reine, Reine plus pale quun cygne Ton jardin fleuri est-il? En ta fin Gt ton commencement Ta nef tousjours tattend Flight the falcon
Craig Herbertson - The Lichtbob's Lassie | Текст Иностранной Песни
When first I cam tae the toon, They cad me young an bonnie; Noo theyve changd my name, Cad me the lichtbobs honey. When first I cam tae the toon, They cad me proud an
Craig Herbertson - Honest Toun Lagoons | Текст Иностранной Песни
It was a cold dark morning when I bid Tranent adieu I braved the snow to Fisherow tae Stags for a pint or two Then in you walked as bold as brass wi a boy, you seemed over the moon
Craig Herbertson - The Rowan Tree | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree Thou'lt aya be dear to thee Entwined thou art wi' many ties O'hame and infancy Thy leaves were aye the first of spring Thy
Craig Herbertson - The Gloaming Hour | Текст Иностранной Песни
Ken ye the gloaming hour Doon by the willows weeping Doon whaur the broon trout's rising Ripples o'er the burn Can you hear the bonnie lark Ca'ing
Craig Herbertson - Bfbs Radio | Текст Иностранной Песни
Churches falling Angels scowl Crusaders in a foreign land Gargoyles cry The old priest lied Cathedrals in the sand Too brave to live Too young to die The
Craig Herbertson - Ace Of Clubs | Текст Иностранной Песни
Beneath the chandeliers Upon the Persian rugs Carousers take their stand Fine whiskey in their hands The rakes are in the halls The dugs are in t' the
Craig Herbertson - Andrew Lammie | Текст Иностранной Песни
By Mill o Tifty there lived a man In the neighbourhood o' Fyvie He had a lovely daughter fair And they called her bonnie Annie Lord Fyvie had a trumpeter