• Nonesuch
  
• Mary Mac
• The Unfortunate Rake
• Leezie Lindsey
• The Scotsman

Leezie Lindsey

"Will ye gang tae the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay?
Will ye gang tae the Hielands wi' me?
Will ye gang tae the Hielands, Leezie Lindsay,
My' bride and my darling tae be?"

"To gang to the Hielands wi' you, sir,
I dinna ken how that may be:
For I ken nae the land that ye live in,
Nor ken I the lad I'd be gaun wi'."

"0, Leezie, lass. ye maun ken little,
If sae be ye dinna ken me:
For my name is Lord Ronald MacDonald,
A chieftain o' high degree."

She has kilted up her skirts o' green satin,
She has kilted them right up tae her knee,
Ans she's aff wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald
His bride and his darling tae be.

The Scotsman

Well a Scotsman tried and true left a bar on evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked that he drunk more than his share
He stumbled round until he could no longer keep his feet
Then he stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside a stream

Ring ding diddle diddle aye de oh
Ring di diddly aye oh
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside a stream

About that time two young and lovely ladies happened by
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
See yon sleeping Scotsman, so strong and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

Ring ding diddle diddle aye de oh
Ring di diddly aye oh
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath the kilt

They snuck up on that sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Lifted up his kilt a little bit so they could see
And there for them to behold, beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

Ring ding diddle diddle aye de oh
Ring di diddly aye oh
Was nothing more than God had graced him with upon his birth

They marveled for a moment, then one said we must be gone
Let's leave a present for our friend, before we move along
As a gift they left a blue silk ribbon, tied into a bow
Around the bonnie sword, the Scotsman's kilt beneath did show

Ring ding diddle diddle aye de oh
Ring di diddly aye oh
Around the bonnie sword, the Scotsman's kilt beneath did show

Now the Scotsman a little later, he awoke to nature's call
And as he lifted up his kilt he gawked at what he saw
And in a strangled voice he says I can't believe me eyes.
I don't know where you been, me lad, but I see you won first prize

Ring ding diddle diddle aye de oh
Ring di diddly aye oh
I don't know where you been, me lad, but I see you won first prize

all songs traditional

Nonesuch

And she shall bring the birds in spring
And dance among the flowers.
In summer's heat her kisses sweet
They fall from leafy bowers.

She cuts the grain and harvests corn.
The kiss of fall surrounds her.
The days grow old and winter cold.
She draws her cloak around her.

Well I know a little girl her name is Mary Mac
Make no mistake she's a girl I can attract
There's lots of other fellows trying to get up on her track
But I'm thinking that they'll have to get up early.

Chorus
Mary Mac's father's making Mary Mac marry me
My father's making me marry Mary Mac
I've got to marry Mary if I want Mary to take care of me
We'll all be making merry when I marry Mary Mac

Well this little lass she's got a lot of class
She's got a lot of brass father thinks that I'm a gas
I'd be a silly ass if I let the matter pass
Father thinks I should be rather faring

Chorus

Well Mary and her mother go an awful lot together
In fact you rarely ever see the one without the other
And there's lots of people wonder if it's Mary or her mother
Or the two of them together that I'm courting

Chorus

We'll marry on a Monday when everything's arranged
We're looking for a place, final list that might be changed
We're making all the 'rangements, just about in range
Marriage is an awful undertaking

Chorus

It will be a grand affair grander than a fair
With a horse and carraige made for everyone who's there
We'll dine on the fairest fare I'm sure to get my share
If you doubt then you surely are mistaken

The Tale of the Unfortunate Rake

As I was walking down by the Lock Hospital
As I was walking by the Lock one fine day
I spied one of my comrades all wrapped up in flannel
All wrapped up in flannel and cold as the clay.

I see by your outfit, that you are a Scotsman
These words he did say as I boldly strolled by
Come and sit down beside me and hear my sad story
I'm shot in the chest and I know I must die

Once in the saddle, I used to do dashing,
Once in the saddle, I used to go gay
First down to Rosie's, and then to the card house
Now I'm shot in the creast and I'm dying today

Beat the drum slowly and play the pipes lowly
Play up the dead march as we go along
Bring me to the green valley and lay me down easy
I am a young Scotsman that knows I've done wrong

Get six of my comrades to carry my coffin
Get six pretty ladies to sing me a song
And each of them carry a bunch of white roses
So no one may smell me as we go along.

Please bring me a cup of that cool spring water
To ease my parched lips, my comrade then said
And when I came back, his poor soul had left him,
He'd gone to his maker that Scotsman was dead

So we beat the drum slowly and played the pipes lowly
Played him the dead march as carried him home
For he was our comrade, so brave and so daring
That handsome young Scotsman that knew he'd done wrong