Category: Lyrics

I have seen snow that fell in May
And I have seen rain on cloudless days
Some things are always bound to change
There ain’t no ash will burn

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Love is a precious thing I’m told
It burns just like West Virginia coal
But when the fire dies down it’s cold
There ain’t no ash will burn

You say this life is not your lot
Well I can’t be something that I’m not
We can’t stoke a fire that we ain’t got
There ain’t no ash will burn

In every life there comes a time
Where there are no more tears to cry
We must leave something dear behind
There ain’t no ash will burn

O, mirk and rainy is the nicht,
There’s no’ a star in a’ the cairey.
Lightning gleams across the sky
And winds they blow wi’ winters fury.

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O, are ye sleeping, Maggie?
O, are ye sleeping, Maggie?
Let me in, for loud the linn
Is roarin’ ower the warlock’s craigie.

Fearfu’ saughs the boortree bank,
The rifted wood roars wild and dreary.
Loud the iron yett does clank,
And cries o’ howlets mak’ me eerie.

Abune ma breath, I daurnae speak,
For fear I rouse your wakeful daddy.
Cauld’s the blast upon my cheek,
O rise, O rise my bonnie lassie.

Well, she’s ope’d the door; she’s let him in.
He’s cuist aside his dreepin’ plaidie.
Ye can blaw your worst, ye winds and rain,
Since, Maggie, noo I’m here aside ye.

O, noo that you’re waukened, Maggie,
O, noo that you’re waukened, Maggie,
What care I for howlet’s cry,
For roarin’ linn or warlock’s craigie?

When these shoes were new it was “how do you do” 
It was whisky and telling our tales 
And when my shirt was clean I was there to be seen 
I had clear eyes and my smile never failed 

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All of my brothers I met on the way 
They were drinking by night 
They were drinking by day 
Ah restore to my eyes 
What was clear and was bright 
Honey take me out drinking tonight 
Honey take me out drinking tonight 

Bluebells and matches and stains on the table, 
Ah the sweet smell of the luscious woodbine 
“Ah Mr McEwan you will be my ruin” 
I say but I don’t really mind 

I’m still smiling through, though there’s stains on my shoes 
The right is heavy and the left it is light 
If its left up to you then I know what you’d you 
Honey take me out drinking tonight 
Honey take me out drinking tonight

In 1649 to St George’s Hill
A ragged band they called the Diggers
Came to show the people’ s will
They defied the landlords, they defied the laws
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

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We come in peace” they said “to dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common
and to make the waste land grow
This earth divided we will make whole
So it will can be a common treasury for all

The sin of property we do disdain
No one has any right to buy and sell the earth for private gain
By theft and murder they took the land
Now everywhere the walls spring up at their command.

They make the laws to chain us well
The clergy dazzle us with heaven or they damn us into hell
We will not worship the god they serve
The god of greed who feeds the rich while poor men starve

We work, we eat together, we need no swords We will not bow to the masters or pay rent unto the lords Still we are free tho we are poor You diggers all stand up for glory stand up now

From the men of property, the orders came
They sent the hired men and troopers 
to wipe out the Diggers’ claim
Tear down their cottages, destroy their corn
They were dispersed, but still the vision lingers on

“You poor take courage, you rich take care
The earth was made a common treasury for everyone to share
All things in common, all people one
We come in peace” – the order came to cut them down

Nights are growing very lonely, Days are very long;
I’m a-growing weary only list’ning for your song.
Old remembrances are thronging thro’ my memory
Till it seems the world is full of dreams just to call you back to me.

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There’s a long, long trail a-winding Into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing and the white moon beams.
There’s a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I’ll be going down that long, long trail with you.


All night long I hear you calling, calling sweet and low;
Seem to hear your footsteps falling, ev’ry where I go.
Tho’ the road between us stretches many a weary mile,
I forget that you’re not with me yet when I think I see you smile.

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There’s a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams,
Where the nightingales are singing and the white moon beams.
There’s a long, long night of waiting until my dreams all come true;
Till the day when I’ll be going down that long, long trail with you.

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Rolling home, when we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

Round goes the wheel of fortune, don’t be afraid to ride
There’s a land of milk and honey waits on the other side
There’ll be peace and there’ll be plenty, you’ll never need to roam
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home

The gentry in their fine array, they prosper night and morn
While we unto the fields must go to plough and sow the corn
The rich they steal the power, but the glory’s ours alone
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home

The frost is on the hedgerow, the icy winds do blow
While we poor weary labourers strive through the driving snow
Our dreams fly up to glory of where the lark has flown
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home

The summer of resentment, the winter of despair
The journey to contentment is set with trap and snare
Stand to and stand together, your labours yours alone
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home

Pass the bottle round and let the toast go free
Here’s a health to every labourer wherever they may be
Fair wages are now or never, let’s reap what we have sown
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home

• Oh, we’d be alright if the wind was in our sails
• We’d be alright if the wind was in our sails
• We’d be alright if the wind was in our sails
• And we’ll all hang on behind…

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• And we’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
• We’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
• We’ll ro-o-oll the old chariot along!
• And we’ll all hang on behind!

• Oh, we’d be alright if we make it round the horn
• We’d be alright if we make it round the horn
• We’d be alright if we make it round the horn
• And we’ll all hang on behind…

• Well a drop of Nelson’s blood wound’nt do us any harm
• Well a drop of Nelson’s blood wound’nt do us any harm
• Well a drop of Nelson’s blood wound’nt do us any harm
• And we’ll all hang on behind.

• Well a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm
• A night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm
• Oh, a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm
• And we’ll all hang on behind…

• Now, another sack of gold wouldn’t do us any harm
• Oh, another another sack of gold wouldn’t do us any harm
• Woah, another sack of gold wouldn’t do us any harm
• And we’ll all hang on behind…

• It was a’ for our rightful king
• That we left fair Scotland’s strand;
• It was a’ for our rightful king
• We e’er saw Irish land, my dear,
• We e’er saw Irish land.

• Now a’ is done that men can do,
• And a’ is done in vain!
• My love, and native land, fareweel!
• For I maun cross the main, My dear,
• For I maun cross the main.

• He turn’d him right and round about,
• Upon the Irish shore,
• He gave his bridle-reins a shake,
• With, Adieu for evermore, My dear!
• And adieu for evermore!

• The soldier frae the war returns,
• And the merchant frae the main.
• But I hae parted frae my love,
• Never to meet again, My dear,
• Never to meet again.

• When day is gone and night is come,
• And a’ folk bound to sleep,
• I think on him that’s far awa
• The lee-lang night, and weep, My dear,
• The lee-lang night, and weep.

Gentlemen it is me duty
To inform you of one beauty
Though I’d ask of you a favour
Not to seek her for a while
Though I own she is a creature
Of character and feature
No words can paint the picture
Of the queen of all Argyll

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And if you could have seen her there
Boys, if you had just been there
The swan was in her movements
And the morning in her smile
All the roses in the garden
They bow and ask her pardon
For not one could match the beauty
Of the Queen of all Argyll

On the evening that I mentioned
I passed with light intention
Through a part of our dear country
Known for beauty and for style
In the place of noble thinkers
Of scholars and great drinkers
But above them all for splendour
Shone the Queen of all Argyll…

So my lads I needs must leave you
My intentions no’ to grieve you
Nor indeed would I deceive you
Oh I’ll see you in a while
I must find some way to gain her
To court her and attain her
I fear my heart’s in danger
From the Queen of all Argyll

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• Hush, hush, time tae be sleepin
  Hush, hush, dreams come a-creepin
  Dreams of peace and of freedom,
  So smile in your sleep, bonny baby
  
  Where stands our proud Highland mettle 
  Our men, once sae feared in battle
  Now stand, cowed, huddled like cattle
  Await tae be shipped o’er the ocean
  
  Oh, we stood with our heads bowed in prayer
  while factors laid our cottages bare
  The flames fired the clear mountain air
  and many were dead in the mornin.
  
  Nae use pleading’ or grieving’ 
• Now gone. gone, all hopes of stayin’
  Hush hush, now. The anchor’s a-weighin’
  Don’t cry in your sleep, bonny baby