I may sit in my wee old house At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary I may think of a day that is gone And sigh and some till I grow weary I ne'er could brook I ne'er could brook A foreign king to own or flatter And I will sing a ranting song The day our king comes o'er the water
I have seen the good old day The day of pride and chieftain's glory When royal Stuart held the sway And none heard tell of Whig or Tory Though silver be my hair one day And age has struck me down what matter I'll dance and sing the happy day The day our king comes o'er the water
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Watch and hear the bagpipe.
https://youtu.be/55qtlyxaUW4
That's one of my very favorites - thanks :)
Here's another singer I love - Connie Dover:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bGKao5GfQU
Grim, I know you love Celtic tunes - here's her Lady Keith's Lament. Sends shivers down my spine (in a good way):
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrTgLy8S06Q&list=RD-bGKao5GfQU&index=9
I may sit in my wee old house
At the spinning wheel to toil so dreary
I may think of a day that is gone
And sigh and some till I grow weary
I ne'er could brook I ne'er could brook
A foreign king to own or flatter
And I will sing a ranting song
The day our king comes o'er the water
I have seen the good old day
The day of pride and chieftain's glory
When royal Stuart held the sway
And none heard tell of Whig or Tory
Though silver be my hair one day
And age has struck me down what matter
I'll dance and sing the happy day
The day our king comes o'er the water
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