Sing Us a Song of Bonnie Scotland

Transcript

♪ Far away on distant prairie lands where the night time shadows grew, sat a rough and merry crowd of men singing the songs they knew. Till the fiddler stopped his merry tune, and turning round said he, to a highland laddie standing by, just a whoppery old dandy. Sing us a song of fun in Scotland, any old song will do.

Round the old campfire, a rough and ready choir will join in the chorus too. Then you'll tack the high road and I'll tack the low, it's a song that we all know. We'll remind us of fun in Scotland, where the heather and the bluebells grow.

Now won't you sing a lullaby for the boy, said the fiddler, and I'll play. Give us bonnie Mary of our dial, our dear old Robin's race. But the lad was dreaming all the while of his dear native cure.

And the bonnie lassie he loved well, till this one he heard once more. Sing us a song of fun in Scotland, any old song will do. Round the old campfire, a rough and ready choir will join in the chorus too.

Then you'll tack the high road and I'll tack the low, it's a song that we all know. We'll remind us of fun in Scotland, where the heather and the bluebells grow. Sing us a song of fun in Scotland, any old song will do.

Round the old campfire, a rough and ready choir will join in the chorus too. Then you'll tack the high road and I'll tack the low, it's a song that we all know. We'll remind us of fun in Scotland, where the heather and the bluebells grow.

Transcribed by AI from the recording above. These are noisy hundred-year-old cylinders, so expect misheard words and the occasional invented line — trust your ears over the text.