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Mouse · 09-21-2001, 05:56 PM

Aaaaaah, Jerome, thou art truly a worthy son of Caledonia

And on a cultural note here is a Scottish Folk Song

I Will Go
(Trad, translated from Gaelic and additional words by Roddy MacMillan)

cho: I will go, I will go, when the fighting is over
To the land o' McLeod that I left to be a soldier,
I will go, I will go.

When the King's son came along, he called us a' together,
Saying, "Brave Highland men, will ye fight for my father?"
I will go, I will go

I've a buckle on my belt, a sword in my scabbard,
A red coat on my back and a shilling in my pocket,
I will go, I will go.

When they put us all on board the lasses were singing
But the tears came to their eyes when the bells started ringing
I will go, I will go.

When we landed on the shore and saw the foreign heather,
We knew that some would fall and would stay there forever,
I will go, I will go.

(sing slowly: ad lib)
When we came back to the glen, the winter was turning,
Our goods lay in the snow and our houses were burning.
I will go, I will go.
(chorus)

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Regards

Mouse

[This message has been edited by Mouse (edited 09-21-2001).]

09-21-2001, 05:56 PM	#57
Mouse Ironworks Moderator Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: Scotland Posts: 2,788	Aaaaaah, Jerome, thou art truly a worthy son of Caledonia And on a cultural note here is a Scottish Folk Song I Will Go (Trad, translated from Gaelic and additional words by Roddy MacMillan) cho: I will go, I will go, when the fighting is over To the land o' McLeod that I left to be a soldier, I will go, I will go. When the King's son came along, he called us a' together, Saying, "Brave Highland men, will ye fight for my father?" I will go, I will go I've a buckle on my belt, a sword in my scabbard, A red coat on my back and a shilling in my pocket, I will go, I will go. When they put us all on board the lasses were singing But the tears came to their eyes when the bells started ringing I will go, I will go. When we landed on the shore and saw the foreign heather, We knew that some would fall and would stay there forever, I will go, I will go. (sing slowly: ad lib) When we came back to the glen, the winter was turning, Our goods lay in the snow and our houses were burning. I will go, I will go. (chorus) ------------------ Regards Mouse [This message has been edited by Mouse (edited 09-21-2001).]