The Geese In the Bog/Jig of Slurs - The Tannahill Weavers

Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now in that bog, there was a tree. A rare tree. A rattlin tree. With the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now on that tree, there was a limb. A rare limb. A rattlin limb. With the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now, on that limb, there was a branch. A rare branch. A rattlin branch. With the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now on that branch, there was a twig. A rare twig. A rattlin twig. With the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now on that twig there was a nest. A rare nest. A rattlin nest. With the nest on the twig. And the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now in that nest there was an egg. A rare egg. A rattlin egg. With the egg in the nest. And the nest on the twig. And the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now in that egg there was a bird. A rare bird. A rattlin bird. With the bird in the egg. And the egg in the nest. And the nest on the twig. And the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now on the bird there was a feather. A rare feather. A rattlin feather. With the feather on the bird. And the bird in the egg. And the egg in the nest. And the nest on the twig. And the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Now on that feather there was a flea. A rare flea. A rattlin flea. With the flea on the feather. And the feather on the bird. And the bird in the egg. And the egg in the nest. And the nest on the twig. And the twig on the branch. And the branch on the limb. And the limb on the tree. And the tree in the bog. And the bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o. Ho ro the rattlin bog. The bog down in the valley o.

Sad are the eyes Yet no tears The flight of the wild geese Brings a new hope Rescued from all this Old friends And those newly found What chance to make it last When there's danger all around And reason just ups and disappears Time is running out So much to be done Tell me what more What more What more can we do There were promises made Plans firmly laid Now madness prevails Lies fill the air What more What more What more can we do What chance to make it last What more What more can we do

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And surely ye"ll be your pint-stowp, And surely I"ll be mine! And we"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae run about the braes, And pu"d the gowans fine; But we"ve wandered mony a weary fit Sin" auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa hae paidled i" the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid hae roared Sin" auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne. And there"s a hand, my trusty fiere, And gie"s a hand o" thine! And we"ll tak a right guid-willie waught For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We"ll tak a cup o" kindness yet, For auld lang syne.

Oh the summer time is come and the trees are sweetly bloomin' And the wild mountain thyme grows amang the bloomin' heather Will ye go lassie go? And we'll all go together, to pull wild mountain thyme All around the bloomin' heather, will ye go lassie go? I will build my love a bower by yon clear crystal fountain And on it I will pile a' the flooers o' the mountain Will ye go lassie go? If my true love she were gone I would surely find another Where the wild mountain thyme grows amang the bloomin' heather Will ye go lassie go?

Bide a wee ye bonnie hours o' sweet yestreen Haud awa' the thocht that e'er I will forget Lang the wimplin wey unrowes afore my een And the mindin' will be sweeter yet Aye, the road was haudin' frae the lass that I will aye remember Braw burn the s far behind me in the rain The leaves were changin' tae the colors o' the glowing embers My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come again Hae we rin the gless or daur we dream of mair While as surely as the river meets the sea? When the eastlin wind has blawn the forest bare Will the pertin' a' the wider be? Could I leeze me on your lousome face again Gin the traivel's turn should bring me tae your side? Fain would I nae langer steek my heart wi' pain Or lay curse upon the ocean wide Aye, the road was haudin' frae the lass that I will aye remember Braw burn the s far behind me in the rain The leaves were changin' tae the colors o' the glowing embers My heart lay waiting for the spring tae come