Songbook .....

In our songbook you’ll find the words and tunes of some of our favourite anthems, including our own anthem Sons of Wallace, please contact us with any other suggestions or of course leave a message on the Guestbook.

Songs in our repetoire so far include :-

 Sons of Wallace - Words / Tune

 Flower of Scotland - Words / Bagpipe Tune (Mp3)

 Amazing Grace - Words / Bagpipe Tune (Mp3)

 Bonnie Dundee - Words / MidiTune

 Scottish Soldier / Green Hills of Tyrol - Words / MidiTune

 Killiecrankie - Words / MidiTune

 Massacre of Glencoe - Words / MidiTune

Sons of Wallace (to the tune of The Star O’ Rabbie Burns)
In a' the airts where fitba's played
You'll here the Hampden  Roar
A hundred thousand tartan plaids
Rise up when Scotland score

Jim Baxter's dance on Hampden's plain
The flair O' Denis law
There's mony an England team they've slain
Twa masters O' the ba'

Chorus
Before them, radiant England fa'
Decreed by Baxters Law
Like Nevis, stood abune them a'
Twa Sons of Wallace  Braw

Should any doubt their magic powers
There's  witness for the tell'n
They went and conquered Wembley's towers
And  humbled England's realm

Shall e'r we see their ilk again
Auld Hampden's floor to grace
For none surpass their glorious fame
On Scotia's hallowed place

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Written by Archie McMillan ' An anthem for the Armadale Sons of  Wallace - Back to Top'

Flower of Scotland
Oh Flower of Scotland,
When will we see your likes again?
That fought  and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen
And stood against him,
Proud  Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.

The hills are bare now,
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O'er land that is lost now,
Which those so dearly held,
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain.
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again.
That stood against him,
Proud Edward's army,
And sent him homeward,
To think again.

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Amazing Grace
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now I'm found;
Was blind, but now I see.

'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace my fear relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,
We have already come.
'Twas  grace that brought us safe thus far,
And grace will lead us home.

When we've been there ten thousand years,
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.

(The last verse (above) in the popular version of the song was in fact not written by Newton but was added some years later by an  unknown author. But here are two lesser-known verses by Newton:)

The Lord has promised good to me,
His Word my hope secures.
He will  my shield and portion be
As long as life endures.

And when this heart and flesh shall fail
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil
A life of health and peace.

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Bonnie Dundee
Tae the lairds i' convention t'was Claverhouse spoke
E'er the Kings crown go down, there'll be crowns to be broke;
Then let each cavalier who loves honour and me,
Come follow the bonnet o' bonnie Dundee.

Chorus
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can,
Saddle my  horses and call out my men,
And it's Ho! for the west port and let us gae  free,
And we'll follow the bonnets o' bonnie Dundee!

Dundee he is mounted, he rides doon the street,
The bells they ring  backwards, the drums they are beat,
But the Provost, douce man, says "Just e'en let him be,
For the toon is well rid of that de'il o' Dundee."

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There are hills beyond Pentland and lands beyond Forth,
Be there lairds  i' the south, there are chiefs i' the north!
There are brave duniwassals, three thousand times three,
Will cry "Hoy!" for the bonnets o' bonnie  Dundee.

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Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks,
E'er I own a usurper,  I'll couch wi' the fox!
Then tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your  glee,
Ye ha' no seen the last o' my bonnets and me.

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Scottish Soldier / The Green Hills of Tyrol
There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and  soldiered far away,
There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
He fought in many a fray and fought and won.
He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
Of battles glorious and deeds victorious.
But now he's sighing,  his heart is crying,
To leave these green hills of Tyrol.

Chorus
Because these green hills are not Highland hills
Or the Island's hills, they're not my land's hills,
As fair as these green foreign hills may be
They are not the hills of home.

And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
Who wandered far away and  soldiered far away,
Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling,
And  he will fade away, on that dark land.
He called his piper, his trusty piper,
And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play,
Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
Not on these green hills of Tyrol

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And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more,
Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
You'll see a piper play this soldier home.
He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious;
But he will cease now, he is at peace now,
Far from these green hills of Tyrol

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KillieCrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o?
Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o?

An' ye had been whaur I hae been
Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
An' ye had seen what I hae seen
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

I fought at land, I fought at sea
At hame I fought my auntie-o
But I  met the Devil and Dundee
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

The bauld pit cur fell in a furr
And Clavers gat a crankie-o
Or I had fed an Athol gled
On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie
I' the brush ayont the brankie-o?
Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's lofe
Than come tae Killiecrankie-o

It's nae shame, it's nae shame
It's nae shame to shank ye-o
There's  sour slaes on Athol braes
And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o

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The Massacre of Glencoe

Chorus
Oh, cruel was the snow that sweeps Glencoe
And covers the grave o' Donald.
Oh, cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
And  murdered the house of MacDonald

They came in a blizzard, we offered them heat,
A roof for their heads,  dry shoes for their feet.
We wined them and dined them, they ate of our meat
And they slept in the house of MacDonald.

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They came from Fort William with murder in mind.
The Campbell had orders  King William had signed.
"Put all to the sword"- these words underlined,
"And leave none alive called MacDonald."

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They came in the night when the men were asleep,
This band of Argyles,  through snow soft and deep,
Like murdering foxes amongst helpless sheep,
They slaughtered the house of MacDonald.

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Some died in their beds at the hand of the foe;
Some fled in the night and were lost in the snow;
Some lived to accuse him who struck the first blow;
But gone was the house of MacDonald.

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