As I roved out on a May morning On a May morning right early I met my love upon the way Oh Lord but she was early. Her boots were black, her stockings
I think of you all the time I'll pay for my sins The hearthache begins I can't free you from my mind It seems so these days I've tried every way You have
When morning comes to me I see the eyes of Margaret I see the eyes of Margaret When morning comes around When she comes near me I see the eyes of Margaret
Now after all this time your standing at my door Just when I cleared my mind your coming back for more Well it doesn't work that way you see I'm over
Gone like my last paycheck, gone, gone away Gone like the car I wrecked, gone, gone away Gone like a fifth of gin, gone, gone away Gone like the shape
Fare Thee Well Music and lyrics by Jimmy Rankin Fare thee Well, love Fare thee Well, love Far away, you must go. Take your heart, love Take your heart
The winter months left us the snowfall A black spring brought forth the rain The summer days were long and dusty By the fall your mind was made And I
Hush ! the waves are rolling in, White with foam, white with foam; Father toils amid the storm; But baby sleeps at home. Hush ! the winds roar wild
A Charming love song to a highland maiden in which her lover vows to return and reclaim ber to share his life of exile in the lowlands. Seisd (Chorus
The ghost goes out in rags Eyes aglow like embers When the cold blows Embers are sparkling and aflame Burning head I ride On the blackened timber Sink
Johnny Tulloch agus Mary agus Iain Alex Rory Angus Hector, Mary Sarah, Archie Dan, Alex Joe Little Johnny Dougal agus Theresa Duncan Peter All piled in
Written by a MacInnes from Fort William after returning home safely from a stormy voyage to Ireland on his ship, The Lurgainn Seisd (Chorus) Leis an Lurgainn
Fare thee well love My one true one Fare thee well love My own true one Wind is blowing through the trees Ships are sailing out to sea And the sun is
Here comes Mister MacNeil The fine shape that he is in There is no telling which way he'll feel After his twister around the beinn Raisin' the jar an
I'm heading back to the north country With the cold wind in my eye I'll be there by sunset Before the first snow flies Rustlin' leaves are on the ground
Come on home Lisa Brown You've been ramblin' too long Lay your head and weary bones down So come on home Lisa Brown Come on home Lisa Brown You've been
Seisd (Chorus) Oich u agus h-iuraibh e/ile, Oich u agus h-iuraibh e/ile, H-iuraibh o, agus horo e/ile, 'S mo chruinneag dhonn, gur a trom ad dheigh mi
Johnny Tulloch agus Mary agus Iain Alex Rory Angus Hector, Mary Sarah, Archie Dan, Alex Joe Little Johnny Dougal agus Theresa Duncan Peter All piled
