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Kanskje ser du rett og slett Nessie !
The rain is softly fallen
Upon my knees' bare
My Kilt is gently swaying
In the Highland morning Air
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Oh where, tell me where, is your highland laddie gone?
Oh where, tell me where, is your highland laddie gone?
He's gone with streaming banners where noble deeds are done
And it's oh! in my heart I wish him safe at home.
Katie Melua and The Pogues
Four and Twenty Hielandmen
Four and twenty Hielandmen were riding on a snail,
When up cam' the hindmost and trampit on her tail.
Oh, the snail shot out her wee horns just like a hummel coo,
"Hech" quo' the foremost, "We'll a' be sticket noo!"
Four and twenty tailor lads were fightin' wi' a slug,
"Hello sirs!" said ane o' them, "Just haud him by the lug."
But the beastie frae his shell cam' oot and shook his fearsome head.
"Run, run, my tailors bold, or we will a' be dead!"
As I gaed by the mill door oot cam Miller Reid,
His cap on his feet and his breeks upon his heid.
An noo I've sung ye a' my song, I've telt it a' my friends,
It's a' big lees frae beginning tae the end!
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Daniel Aasberg
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Tlf: 95 70 31 09
Pipe player in Edinburgh
From Dublin
Belfast
Scots wha hae wi' Wallace bled,
Scots wham Bruce ha' aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed,
Or to victorie!
Now's the day and now's the hour,
See the front o' battle lour;
See approach proud Edward's pow'r
Chains and slaverie!
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn, and flee!
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