Bold Doherty Lyrics & Chords By Clachán

(Chorus: Cold winds on the moors blow. Warm the enemy's fires glow. Like the harvest of Culloden, Pain and fear and death grow.) 1. 'Twas love of our prince drove us all...read more

I came from the land of the long grass and gorse I flew with the eagle and I ran with the horse And I played with the wild wind and whistled its tune I ebbed with the ocean and...read more

It being a fine morning, this young man he chose That he'd make occasion to wear his fine clothes And it's down to the glen where the bonnie lassie goes To give her a...read more

THE GABERLUNZIEMAN Oh the pawky auld carle cam o'er the lea Wi' mony guild-e'ens and guid-days tae me Sayin', "Guid wife for your charity Would you lodge a leal...read more

The old days have gone that had use for a man Who supported his lairdship, protecting his land Who in times of unrest, he would have dies for his lord Now the soldiers of England...read more