Transcendental Bru Lyrics & Chords By Tartan Amoebas

Pity the fate of a poor Irish stranger, That wanders so far from his home, That sighs for protection from want, woe, and danger, That knows not from which way for to roam. Yet...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

Is there for honest poverty That hings his head an' a' that? The coward slave, we pass him by We dare be poor for a' that For a' that, an' a' that Our toils obscure an' a'...read more

Hùg air a' bhonaid mhòir Cuiribh oirre 's leigibh leatha Tuilleadh air a' bhonaid eile Chan eil leth gu leòr oirre Hùg air a' bhonaid mhòir Cuiribh oirre 's leigibh...read more

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