Terror the While

The Bare-Footed Boys. By the sword of St. Michael, The old Dragon, through! By David, his sling, And the giant he slew! Let us write us a rhyme, As a record, to tell How the South, on a time, Stormed the ramparts of Hell With her bare-footed boys. Had the South in her borders A […]

A Jacobite Verse to God Save the King

    God bless the prince, I pray, God bless the prince, I pray, Charlie I mean; That Scotland we may see Freed from vile Presbyt’ry, Both George and his Feckie, Ever so, Amen.

Oran Eile Don Phrionnsa

Sèist: Chorus (after each verse): Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug o-ho-ro an aill libh Thug o-ho-ro an aill libh Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Thug ho-o, laithill ho-o Seinn o-ho-ro an aill libh Seinn o-ho-ro an aill libh Och ‘sa mhaduinn’s mi dusgadh Early as I awaken ‘S mor mo shunnd’s mo […]