Lieder über historische Ereignisse finden sich reichlich bei der Battlefield Band.
Insbesondere Brian McNeill (inzwischen leider nicht mehr in der Band) ist historisch sehr interessiert und hat einige gute Song-Texte geschrieben.
Z. B. diesen hier über den schottischen General Montrose:
(der schottische Akzent kann hier nur angedeutet werden ...)
Montrose, Montrose, you were the rose
You gave your life for loyalty
But it's no' the hour for a rose tae flower
Between the kirk and royalty
Montrose
Father, father, tell me, why do the horsemen ride
Why do the troopers look so grim by Jamie Graham's side
Is it true that he's a traitor, father, tell me why
There's no' a man among them all will look him in the eye
Hide your eyes, my bonny boy, for the deed is a' but done
The headsman's axe will win the day, the Graham's race is run
For honour rode with courage, but evil rode with guile
And the darkest horse among them a' was the vengeance of Argyll
Hearken now, my bonny boy, as we stand before the kirk
Or does the thunder o' the horses' hooves hide a' the devil's work
For the Covenant's a Campbell mare that rides across the law
And ere a Stuart bridles her, a Graham's heid must fa'
I'll read you now a riddle by the shining o' the moon
When king and kirk sit down tae sup, wha needs the longer spoon
When Scotland hides her head in shame and justice looks awa'
And the scaffold buys an English throne wi' the bravest heart of a'
Insbesondere Brian McNeill (inzwischen leider nicht mehr in der Band) ist historisch sehr interessiert und hat einige gute Song-Texte geschrieben.
Z. B. diesen hier über den schottischen General Montrose:
(der schottische Akzent kann hier nur angedeutet werden ...)
Montrose, Montrose, you were the rose
You gave your life for loyalty
But it's no' the hour for a rose tae flower
Between the kirk and royalty
Montrose
Father, father, tell me, why do the horsemen ride
Why do the troopers look so grim by Jamie Graham's side
Is it true that he's a traitor, father, tell me why
There's no' a man among them all will look him in the eye
Hide your eyes, my bonny boy, for the deed is a' but done
The headsman's axe will win the day, the Graham's race is run
For honour rode with courage, but evil rode with guile
And the darkest horse among them a' was the vengeance of Argyll
Hearken now, my bonny boy, as we stand before the kirk
Or does the thunder o' the horses' hooves hide a' the devil's work
For the Covenant's a Campbell mare that rides across the law
And ere a Stuart bridles her, a Graham's heid must fa'
I'll read you now a riddle by the shining o' the moon
When king and kirk sit down tae sup, wha needs the longer spoon
When Scotland hides her head in shame and justice looks awa'
And the scaffold buys an English throne wi' the bravest heart of a'