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Culloden
03:13
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Through the bitter rain of dawn
The memories of the past are calling
Hear the clansmen roar their song
We stood upon Culloden for you
Rebels of the Forty-Five
Lay buried here beneath the moorland
Reds left not one man alive
We stood upon Culloden for you
Highland brethren, strong and young
Stay faithful to your kin and custom
Kingdoms cannot take our tongue
We stood upon Culloden for you
Now centuries have gone around
The heather grows where we have fallen
As you stand on hallowed ground
We stood upon Culloden for you
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Bring home the boys
03:15
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Molly Cutpurse
03:21
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It was Saturday night in the dirty part of town
And out in the streets we were roaming
To every gent, won't you lend us half a crown?
The coldest west winds they are blowing
Come lend us a penny, come lend us a pound
And then we'll away with our plunder
A tavern to find with the cheapest booze around
And we'll roar through the streets like thunder
Here's to the brew and our handsome drinking crew
Here's to the beer and the whisky
Here's to the wine that makes our sweethearts look so fine
We're the black-hearted, booze-bolting gypsies
Well tonight's our lucky night, it's a full moon on the rise
The swells are out, pockets overflowing
They'll hand it out aplenty if we only improvise
We'll have the lot without them even knowing
As we hustle for the spree a young fella took offence
Up went the cry 'this beggar's trying to steal me!'
Chased by the blue in every way we were dispensed
Well I had to find a tavern to conceal me
Here's to the brew and our handsome drinking crew
Here's to the beer and the whisky
Here's to the wine that makes our sweethearts look so fine
We're the black-hearted, booze-bolting gypsies
Three sheets to the wind, blustery and tired
I looked down to see my blackjack empty
I cursed the devil's luck, there was none to be acquired
I'd spent the last a kindly fella lent me
But then the door swung wide, and in the west wind blew
Driving all my comrades to the table
'Allo guvna!'
Loaded with new coin, they gave me my equal due
And now I'm drinking all the stout that I am able
Here's to the brew and our handsome drinking crew
Here's to the beer and the whisky
Here's to the wine that makes our sweethearts look so fine
We're the black-hearted, booze-bolting gypsies
We're the black-hearted, booze-bolting gypsies
We're the black-hearted, booze-bolting, bad tempered, quite revolting, rabble-rousing, whisky-dousing gypsies
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Culloden Moor March
01:23
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Gone Molly Brisbane, Australia
Multi-award winning folk band playing original songs in the celtic tradition
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