O'Sullivan's March (From "Rob Roy") - The Chieftains & Ricky Skaggs

How fine you are to me The mornings moonful, the loving blackless What to make of the trials of late? A court held in fearless still A war that chills these quaking loins Poise unstabled Foals belabored Steal me, steel me yet against the slowness Pitch me sudden, rouse a victor

Gura mise tha fo éislean Moch sa mhaduinn is mi 'g éirigh Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhlainn leat Ma 's e 'n cluasag dhut a' ghaineamh Ma 's e leabaidh dhut an fheamainn Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhlainn leat Ma 's e 'n t-iasg do choinnlean geala Ma 's e na ròin do luchd-faire Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhlainn leat Dh'òlainn deoch ge b' oil le càch e De dh'fhuil do choim 's tu 'n déidh do bhathadh Ò hì shiùbhlainn leat Hì ri bhò hò ru bhì Hì ri bhò hò rinn o ho Ailein Duinn, ò hì shiubhlainn leat

Come all you good, kind people While I've got money to spend Tomorrow might be Monday And I'll neither have a dollar nor a friend When I've got plenty of money, good people My friends are all standing around Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty Not a friend on this earth can be found The last time I seen that dear woman, good people She had a wine glass in her hand She's a-drinking down her troubles With a lowdown, sorry, no good man My daddy told me a plenty good people And my momma she told me more Said son if you don't quit your rowdy ways You'll have trouble at your door All around this old jailhouse this evening, good people Forty dollars will pay my fine Corn whiskey has surrounded my body, poor boy Pretty women look trump in my mind If I'd a-listened to my momma, good people I would not be here today But a-drinking and a-shooting and a-gambling At home I cannot stay Go dig a hole in the meadow, good people Make it deep in that cold, cold ground Come gather around all you kind friends And see this poor rounder go down

Oh the Summer time is coming And the trees are sweetly blooming And the wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll al lgo together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go I will build my love a bower Near yon pure crystal fountain And on it I will pile All the flowers of the mountain Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go If my true love she were gone I will surely find no other Where wild mountain thyme All around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go... And we'll all go together To pull wild mountain thyme From around the blooming heather Will ye go lassie go