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| SCOZZESE / SCOTS - Derrick MacClure
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| SAND CREEK | SANN CREEK RIVER |
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| Our hearts were taken under cover of darkness, | Thay reft our hert awa aneth a mirkie blanket |
| under a small dead moon we slept without fear. | Aneth a muin deid in its bairntime we sleepit free o fears |
| He was a general of twenty years, | It wes a general twinty year auld |
| dark eyes, and same for the jacket. | Blae in the een jaiket the samen |
| He was a general of twenty years, | It wes a general twinty year auld |
| son of a thunder storm. | Son o a blouster |
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| There’s a silver dollar at the bottom of Sand Creek. | Thare a siller dollar liggin on the bed o Sann Creek. |
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| Our warriors too far away on the trail of the bison, | Our weirmen ower faur awa on the steid o the bison |
| and that distant music became louder and louder. | An thon hyne-awa muisic gat louder, aye louder |
| I closed my eyes three times, | Thrice I steikit my een |
| I found myself still there. | Yince mair I kent I wes thonder |
| I asked my grandpa is it only a dream? | I speirt o my granda wes ’t jist a draem |
| My grandpa said yes. | An granda said aye |
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| At times the fish sing at the bottom of Sand Creek. | The fishes is singin whiles on the bed o Sann Creek. |
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| I dreamed so vividly that blood ran out from my nose, | Sae strang wes my draems the bluid tuim’d doun frae my neb |
| lightning in one ear and heaven in the other, | Levin-flauchts in the tae lug an paradise in the tither |
| the smallest tears, | The peeriest tears |
| the biggest tears, | The meiklest tears |
| when the snowy tree | Whan the tree o snaw |
| blossomed with red stars. | Bluim’d wi reid starns |
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| Now the little ones sleep in the bed of Sand Creek. | The bairnies is sleepin nou on the bed o Sann Creek. |
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| When the sun raised its head between the night's shoulders, | Whan the sun heistit his heid abuin the shouthers o nicht |
| there were only dogs and smoke and overturned tents. | Thare wes naethin but dugs an reek an whumml’t tents |
| I fired an arrow into the sky | I cuist a flane at the lift |
| to make it breathe, | Tae gar it breathe |
| I fired an arrow into the wind | I cuist a flane at the wunn |
| to make it bleed. | Tae gar it bleed |
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| Search for the third arrow at the bottom of Sand Creek. | Seek for the third o the flanes on the bed o Sann Creek. |
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| Our hearts were taken under cover of darkness, | Thay reft our herts awa aneth a mirkie blanket |
| under a small dead moon we slept without fear. | Aneth a muin deid in its bairntime we sleepit free o fears |
| He was a general of twenty years, | It wes a general twinty year auld |
| dark eyes, and same for the jacket. | Blae in the een jaiket the samen |
| He was a general of twenty years, | It wes a general twinty year auld |
| son of a thunder storm. | Son o a blouster |
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| Now the children sleep at the bottom of Sand Creek. | The bairnies is sleepin nou on the bed o Sann Creek. |
