The Bloody Sarks Chords & Lyrics - The Corries
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[VERSE 1]
[G]The young McGregor o Glen Strae wi e[Em]ighty o his men
[G]Upon the Argyll's sleekit word p[D]it Finla's glen a f[G]lame
The b[D]urning thieving h[G]ieland rant drove a[Em] the beasts awa
And l[G]eft ahint twa dirkit men to [D]perish in the [G]snaw
[VERSE 2]
[G]By Fallisdall the letter come frae [Em]black Dumbarton toon
To [G]show the way they were to gae to [D]bring McGregor d[G]oon
The b[D]loody sarks o b[G]utchered men tae J[Em]amie's court maun gae
The w[G]idow women for to show and t[D]ell of the [G]afray
[VERSE 3]
[G]Colquhoun o Luss could thole nae mair wi t[Em]rampelled savaged pride
B[G]uchanan levies mounted up to t[D]an McGregor h[G]ide
From L[D]even's vale, D[G]umbarton toon, and a[Em]ll these lowland parts
The [G]burgesses and fairmers came wi v[D]engeance in their h[G]earts
[VERSE 4]
[G]The Campbell and the Cameron, Ma[Em]cDonald o Glencoe
[G]Ranked alang wi Gregorach and m[D]arched o'er the [G]snow
Far o[D]'er the loch frae A[G]rklet glen and d[Em]oon the pass Parlane
By L[G]och Long whose shores are held by the [D]thieves o MacFa[G]rlane
[VERSE 5]
[G]Colquhoun wi his windy lowland mob lined [Em]o'er the Fruin glen
[G]Five hundred foot, arrayed aboot, three h[D]undred mounted [G]men
Yon g[D]odless hoard o G[G]regorach and o[Em]thers o their kind
Will c[G]reep nae mair frae their thievin lair wi m[D]urdering in their m[G]inds
[VERSE 6]
A[G]ye whether be it for some stirks or j[Em]ust a ween o blacks
They’re [G]ay'ways quick their dirks to stick in a[D]in anither's b[G]acks
For [D]honest men and g[G]uid Scots law w[Em]e'll tramp the vermin oot
Just s[G]teady bide God's on our side o [D]that there is nae [G]doubt
[VERSE 7]
[G]Then like a torrent frae the glen Mc[Em]Gregor's scarlet charge
The sa[G]ssenach could ne'er withstand the cl[D]aymore and the t[G]arge
And a[D]ll around the h[G]ellish screams o [Em]torn and dying men
Their p[G]recious blood seeped in the mud and d[D]rained in Fruin G[G]len
[VERSE 8]
And e[G]very beast was lead awa, a f[Em]ull twa thoosand heid
And t[G]he sairest price the victors paid was t[D]wa McGregors d[G]ead
But [D]bide ye yet the v[G]ictor's feast the [Em]worst still to show
For the k[G]ing proclaimed the Gregorach h[D]enceforth to be [G]outlaw
Aye the bold McGregor [Em]and his clan were [D]a declared o[G]utlaw
[G]The young McGregor o Glen Strae wi e[Em]ighty o his men
[G]Upon the Argyll's sleekit word p[D]it Finla's glen a f[G]lame
The b[D]urning thieving h[G]ieland rant drove a[Em] the beasts awa
And l[G]eft ahint twa dirkit men to [D]perish in the [G]snaw
[VERSE 2]
[G]By Fallisdall the letter come frae [Em]black Dumbarton toon
To [G]show the way they were to gae to [D]bring McGregor d[G]oon
The b[D]loody sarks o b[G]utchered men tae J[Em]amie's court maun gae
The w[G]idow women for to show and t[D]ell of the [G]afray
[VERSE 3]
[G]Colquhoun o Luss could thole nae mair wi t[Em]rampelled savaged pride
B[G]uchanan levies mounted up to t[D]an McGregor h[G]ide
From L[D]even's vale, D[G]umbarton toon, and a[Em]ll these lowland parts
The [G]burgesses and fairmers came wi v[D]engeance in their h[G]earts
[VERSE 4]
[G]The Campbell and the Cameron, Ma[Em]cDonald o Glencoe
[G]Ranked alang wi Gregorach and m[D]arched o'er the [G]snow
Far o[D]'er the loch frae A[G]rklet glen and d[Em]oon the pass Parlane
By L[G]och Long whose shores are held by the [D]thieves o MacFa[G]rlane
[VERSE 5]
[G]Colquhoun wi his windy lowland mob lined [Em]o'er the Fruin glen
[G]Five hundred foot, arrayed aboot, three h[D]undred mounted [G]men
Yon g[D]odless hoard o G[G]regorach and o[Em]thers o their kind
Will c[G]reep nae mair frae their thievin lair wi m[D]urdering in their m[G]inds
[VERSE 6]
A[G]ye whether be it for some stirks or j[Em]ust a ween o blacks
They’re [G]ay'ways quick their dirks to stick in a[D]in anither's b[G]acks
For [D]honest men and g[G]uid Scots law w[Em]e'll tramp the vermin oot
Just s[G]teady bide God's on our side o [D]that there is nae [G]doubt
[VERSE 7]
[G]Then like a torrent frae the glen Mc[Em]Gregor's scarlet charge
The sa[G]ssenach could ne'er withstand the cl[D]aymore and the t[G]arge
And a[D]ll around the h[G]ellish screams o [Em]torn and dying men
Their p[G]recious blood seeped in the mud and d[D]rained in Fruin G[G]len
[VERSE 8]
And e[G]very beast was lead awa, a f[Em]ull twa thoosand heid
And t[G]he sairest price the victors paid was t[D]wa McGregors d[G]ead
But [D]bide ye yet the v[G]ictor's feast the [Em]worst still to show
For the k[G]ing proclaimed the Gregorach h[D]enceforth to be [G]outlaw
Aye the bold McGregor [Em]and his clan were [D]a declared o[G]utlaw
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