![]() My bonnie yew tree, tell me what do you see? O the sad, bloody tales that men tell you.īut a wee bird flew out from your branchesĪn the words o the song were a thousand years long One kiss o the axe an you're freed fae the wracks That it might be a kindness tae fell you. I thought as I stood an laid hands on your wood ![]() Tae hide fae the thunder an count out the plunderįor when the poor hunt the poor across mountain an moor Not once did you speak for the poor an the weak It would freeze aa the joy in their hearts. ![]() O the bishops an priests fae their backs?įor the price o their souls was a gospel sae cold Tae the puir common folk who would cast off the yoke When you heard the great slaughter begin?ĭid ye no think tae tell when John Knox himsel My bonnie yew tree, tell me what did you see?ĭid you look through the haze o the lang simmer's days,Īa the bonnets o steel on Flodden's far field,ĭid they march by your side in guid order? ![]() The auld people swear by the gray o their hairįor the shadows of Scotland stand round it,'midst the kail an the corn an the kye -Aa the hopes an the fears of a thousand long years, A mile fae Pentcaitland, on the road tae the sea, ![]()
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