The Bothy Lads Lyrics & Chords By Claire Hastings

For ye've feather beds an carpet rooms - Could ye no pit doon a wee German lairdie? For a better Prince sure than ever he was Lay amangst the heather wi the kilt and plaidie. ...read more

They say Victoria loved our Highlands Well, that's because she owned them all A feather pen and an iron fist Put a people's back against the wall The silent sheilings tell...read more

Let your quacks and newspapers be cutting their capers About curing the vapors the scratch and the gout With their medical potions, their serums and their lotions Upholding their...read more

Dear Sir I Write This Note To You To Tell You Of My Plight For At The Time Of Writing It I'm Not A Pretty Sight My Body Is All Black And Blue, My Face A Deathly Grey And I Write...read more

THE HEART OF YOUR HOME He still smiles when he recalls How the gold ring fit her finger And they made that moment linger That it's memory'd be strong They had made a...read more