And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
Now when I was a young man and I carried my pack
And I lived the free life of the Rover
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty Outback
I waltzed my Matilda all over
Then in 1915 my country said, "Son
It's time to stop rambling, there's work to be done"
Auld Lang SyneShould auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne;
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet
Daughter Of MineThese are the thoughts of a father
On the wedding day of his daughter
As his mind wanders back to the first time he held her
He looks at her now, the same pride in his eyes
As onto the dance floor they glide
This is the dance of the bride and her father
Dance with me daughter of mine
Scotland The BraveLet Italy boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs
Scotland's blue mountains wild where hoary cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer tae me
Land of the misty cloud land of the tempest loud
The Last Rose Of SummerTis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
Track 03-Danny BoyOh, danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone and all the roses falling,
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so.
Wild Mountain ThymeWild mountain thyme : to the mcpeake family of belfast
Oh the summer time is coming
And the trees are sweetly bloomin'
And the wild mountain thyme
Grows around the bloomin' heather
Will ye go lassie go and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme?