Those who serve . . .

Chorus after each verse:
Hò bhan na hò bhan hò
Hì ho rò na hù bhan
Hò bhan na hò bhan hò
Air Bìrlinn Ghoraidh Chròbhain

Fichead sonn air cul nan ramh
Fichead buile lùghmhor
Siùbhlaidh i mar eun a 'snàmh
Is sìoban thonn 'ga sgiùrsadh

A'bhìrlinn rìoghail 's i a th'ann
Siubhal-sìth 'na gluasad
Sròl is sìoda àrd ri crann
'S i bratach Olaibh Ruaidh i

Dh'fhàg sinn Manainn mòr nan tòrr
Eirinn a' tighinn dlùth dhuinn
Air Ile'n fheòir tha sinn an tòir
Ged dh'èireas tonnan dùghorm

Chorus after each verse:
Ho bhan na ho bhan ho
Hi ho ro na hu bhan
Ho bhan na ho bhan ho
On Godfrey Grovan's galley

Twenty stalwarts behind the oars
Twenty vigorous strokes
She will travel like a bird swimming
And the spindrift of the waves hitting her

'Tis the Royal Galley
May she have a peaceful passage
Satin and silk banners at mast top
'Tis the banner of Red Olave

We left Big Man of the hills
Ireland coming close to us
We are in pursuit of grassy Islay
Although blue-black waves rise

A Gordon for Me

I'm Geordie MacKay of the H. L. I.
I'm fond of the lassies and a drappie forbye,
One day when out walking I chanced to see,
A bonnie wee lass wi' a glint in her ee'

Says I to the lassie "Will you walk foe a while?
I'll buy you a bonnet and we'll do it in style,
My kilt is Mackenzie o' the H. L. I."
She look'd at me shyly and said wi' a sigh.

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A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me,
If ye're no a Gordon ye're no use to me.
The Black Watch are braw, the Seaforths and a'
But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'.

I courted that girl on the banks of the Dee,
I made up my mind she was fashioned for me,
Soon I was a' thinking how nice it would be
If she would consent to get married to me.

The day we were wed, the grass was so green,
The sun was as bright as the light in her 'een,
Now we've two bonnie lassies who sit on her knee,
While she sings the song she once sang to me.

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Scotland the Brave

Hark when the night is falling,
Hear! hear the pipes are calling,
Loudly and proudly calling,
Down thro' the glen.
There where the hills are sleeping,
Now feel the blood a-leaping,
High as the spirits of the old Highland men.

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Towering in gallant fame,
Scotland my mountain hame,
High may your proud standards gloriously wave,
Land of my high endeavour,
Land of the shining river,
Land of my heart for ever,
Scotland the brave.

High in the misty Highlands
Out by the purple islands,
Brave are the hearts that beat
Beneath Scottish skies.
Wild are the winds to meet you,
Staunch are the friends that greet you,
Kind as the love that shines from fair maidens' eyes.

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Far off in sunlit places
Sad are the Scottish faces,
Yearning to feel the kiss
Of sweet Scottish rain.
Where the tropics are beaming
Love sets the heart a-dreaming,
Longing and dreaming for the hameland again.

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