Some songs that our German groups may enjoy singing

Massacre of GLENCOE

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

Oh cruel is the snow that sleeps Glencoe
And covers the grave o’ Donald;
And cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
And murdered the house of MacDonald.

They came from Fort William with murder in mind,
The Campbells had orders king William had signed:
“Put all to the sword”, these words underlined,
“And leave none alive called Macdonald”. Chorus
They came in the night when the men were asleep,
This band of Argylls, through snow soft and deep;
Like murdering foxes among helpless sheep,
They slaughtered the house of Macdonald.
Some did in their beds at the hands of the foes;
Some fled in the night and were lost in the snows;
Some lived to accuse him who struck the first blow;
But gone was the house of Macdonald.

Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes
And pu’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun till dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin auld lang syne.
And here’s a hand my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right guid-wiIlie waught,
For auld lang syne.

Flower of Scotland

0 flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again?
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen.

And stood against him,
Proud Edward’s army,
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.

The hills are bare now
And autumn leaves lie thick and still
O’er land that is lost now
That those so dearly held
Those days are past now
And in the past they must remaiw
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again.
O flower of Scotland,
When will we see your like again?
That fought and died for
Your wee bit hill and glen.

Scotland the Brave

Hark, where the night is falling,
Near, hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling, down through the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.
Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously raise.
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart forever, Scotland the brave.
Nigh in the misty Highlands,
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds that greet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
kind as the love that shines from fair maidens’ eyes.
Far off in sunlit places,
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss of sweet Scottish rain;
Where tropic skies are beaming,
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the homeland again.