Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl & Peggy Seeger
Ewan MacColl
Ewan MacColl
Oh, wae be to the orders that marched my luve awa'
And wae be to the cruel cause that gars my tears to fa';
Oh, wae be to the bluidy wars in Hie Germanie
For they hae ta'en my luve and left a broken heart to
Me
The drums beat in the mornin' afore the scriech o' day
And the wee, wee fifes played loud and shrill, while
Yet the morn was gray;
The bonnie flags were a' unfurled, a gallant sight to
See
But wae's me for my sodger lad that marched to
Germanie
Oh lang, lang is the travel to the bonnie pier o'
Leith;
Oh dreich it is to gang wi' the snawdrift in the teeth!
And oh, the cauld wind froze the tear that gathered in
My e'e
When I gaed there to see my luve embark for Germanie
Ever since the Scots nation was disinherited by the Act of Union, its sons have been killing and getting themselves killed in the service of foreign powers. The Scots people, however, have never ceased to look upon War as a wasteful and tragic business. The great number of Scotland’s war songs (exce...