Freedom Come Aa Ye
Hamish HendersonOriginale | Loving this song but unable to sing the Scots, I offer a new... |
FREEDOM COME AA YE Roch the win i the clear day's dawin Blaws the clouds heilster-gowdie owre the bay But thair's mair nor a roch win blawin Thro the Great Glen o the warl the day It's a thocht that wad gar our rottans Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay Tak the road an seek ither loanins Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play Nae mair will our bonnie callants Merch tae war whan our braggarts crousely craw Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan Murn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw Broken faimilies in launs we've hairriet Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mair Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom In yer hous aa the bairns o Aidam Will fin breid, barley-bree an paintit room Whan MacLean meets wi's friens in Springburn Aa thae roses an geeans will turn tae blume An a black laud frae yont Nyanga Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun. | Freedom Come All Ye Rough the wind in the clear day’s dawning Blowing cloud billows heaving 'cross the bay But there’s more than the wind a-blowing Through the Great Valleys of the world today It’s a wind that would cause our masters Tyrants who think themselves so fine and gay Blown away to some distant island Where no more will they have their way Never more will our country’s finest March to war at some liar’s hollow cry Nor will children from town or country Mourn the men sailing off to fight and die Broken families in lands we conquered Will curse 'Scotland the Brave' no more, no more Black and white will be one together Strike the slums and their landlords sore So come all you who love your freedom Don’t believe those who preach their tales of doom In your house all the children dwelling Will find bread, drink and gen-rous room When MacLean comes home to greet us Rose and cherry will blossom in the morn And a black lad from old Nyanga Breaks the cruel power of the tyrants down |