The Campbells Are Coming


 

The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!
The Campbells are comin to bonnie Lochleven
The Campbells are comin, Oho! Oho!

Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay
Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay
I looked down to bonnie Lochleven
And saw three bonnie perches play.

Chorus

Great Argyle he goes before
He maks his cannons and guns to roar
Wi' sound o trumpet, pipe and drum
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho!

Chorus

The Campbells they are a'in arms
Their loyal faith and truth to show
Wi' banners rattling in the wind
The Campbells are comin Oho, Oho


 



Highland Mary

by Robert Burns

(1759-1796)

Ye banks and braes and streams around

The castle o' Montgomery,

Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,

Your waters never drumlie!

There simmer first unfauld her robes,

And there the langest tarry;

For there I took the last fareweel

O' my sweet Highland Mary. 

How sweetly bloomed the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossom,

As underneath their fragrant shade

I clasped her to my bosom!

The golden hours on angel wings

Flew o'er me and my dearie;

For dear to me as light and life

Was my sweet Highland Mary. 

Wi' mony a vow and locked embrace

Our parting was fu' tender;

And, pledging aft to meet again,

We tore oursels asunder;

But, O, fell Death's untimely frost,

That nipt my flower sae early!

Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,

That wraps my Highland Mary! 

O pale, pale now, those rosy lips

I aft hae kissed sae fondly;

And closed for aye the sparkling glance

That dwelt on me sae kindly;

And mouldering now in silent dust

That heart that lo'ed me dearly!

But still within my bosom's core

Shall live my Highland Mary.








Maureen Campbell-White 

 
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