Old Ground  (1995)

01. Colonel Fraser/The Big Parcel/Elzik's Farewell
02. No Reason
03. The Pound A Week Rise
04. Scream
05. Trumpan/Clare Jig/The Gaitha/Fiddlehead
06. God
07. Canadee-i-o
08. Campbell's Farewell To Redcastle/Christo Wraps the Reichstag/The Kilt is My Delight/Maggie's Pancakes
09. Green
10. Ye Jacobites By Name/The Rights of Man
11. Men of Argyll/Old Ground

Colonel Fraser (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson)
The Big Parcel (R.S. MacDonald)
Elzik's Farewell (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)


No Reason 
(Kirk McLeod) 

He can't believe his eyes 
But with much surprise 
Believes
She won't be back today 
I thought I heard her say 
Goodbye

And I believe, in nothing's wrong 
Don't get me wrong 
That's the way it should be

He's floating 'round the day 
Won't come down no way 
No reason 
And I found out today 
That maybe it's okay 
To carry on this way 
If you think it's good for you 

And I believe, in a goodbye 
Where no one will cry 
That's the way it should be 


The Pound a Week Rise 
(E. Pickford) 

Come all you colliers who work down the mine 
From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne 
I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise 
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies 

And it's down you go 
Down below, Jack 
Where you never see the skies 
And you're workin' in a dungeon 
For your pound a week rise 

In 19 and 60 a few years ago 
The mineworkers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go 
Sayin' "We work very hard, every day we risk our lives, 
And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise." 


Well up spoke Lord Robbins and he made this decree 
He said "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree 
I'll raise up all your wages, I'll give to you fair pay 
For I once a miner and I worked hard in my day" 

The miners they went home, they worked hard and well 
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell 
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more 
And when two years had passed and gone it rose about a score 

The miners they went, to get their hard earned prize 
They asked Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise 
Robbins wouldn't give a pound he wouldn't give ten bob 
He gave 'em seven and six and saing "Now get back to your jobs!" 

So come all you colliers, take heed what I say 
Don't believe Lord Robbins when he says he'll give fair pay 
He'll tell you to work hard and make the out- put rise 
But you'll get pie in the sky instead of a pound a week rise


Scream 
(Kirk McLeod) 

I hold my hands in front of me to block my line of sight 
It seems my eyes are growing tired of staring in the light 
The more I see the more I feel the less I want to know 
Because if you think to much you'll blow your mind 
You might just lose control and scream 
I walk the line ahead of me my eyes fixed to the ground 
I hear a voice that calls to me I don't dare make a sound 
You can see the hate you can taste the anger 
You can hold it in your hands 
I could take a knife and split it open but still I wouldn't understand 

And I scream from the earth 
I scream at the sky 
And I scream for all I'm worth 
I hope you're coming soon 
I hope you're coming soon 

So many people 
Believe in life 
I hope you're coming soon 

Something just occurred to me that I think I knew before 
It comes to me like a creeping shadow 
Like a light from a half closed door 
Do I think too much or not enough 
Do I even have a clue 
Because here I stand a single person 
Is there anything I can do 

And I scream from the earth 
I scream at the sky 
And I scream for all I'm worth 
I hope you're coming soon 
And I scream from the earth 
I scream at the sky 
And I scream for all I'm worth 
I hope you're coming soon 
I hope you're coming soon


Trumpan (Kirk McLeod)
Clare Jig (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
The Gaitha/Fiddlehead (Both Neil Anderson


God 
(Kirk McLeod) 

No I never drink my poison 
No I never let you see 
No I never drink my poison 
Unless it's good for me 
No I never ponder confusion no 
Or sit around and wait to see 
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation 
I had in mind for eternity 

Yeah it's up to me 
What will be is up to me 
No I never make a choice unless it's up to me 
And I never give a reason 

No I never sink my teeth in 
No I never take a bite 
No I never sink my teeth in unless I feel the right 
No I never play the jokerman 
Sit around and wait to see 
Or watch the outcome of a certain situation 
I had in mind for eternity 

Yeah it's up to me 
What will be is up to me 
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be 
And I never give a reason 

It's up to me; It's up to me 
What will be is up to me 
No I never make a choice unless it's got to be 
And I never give a reason 


Canadee-i-o 
(Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) 

It's of a fair and handsome girl 
She's all in her tender years 
She fell in love with a sailor boy 
And it's true she loved him well 
For to go off to sea with him like she did not know how 
She longed to see that seaport town 
Called Canadee-i-o 

So she bargained with a young sailor boy 
Sold for a piece of gold 
Straightway he led her down 
All down into the hold 
Saying "I'll dress you up in sailor's clothes, 
Your jacket shall be blue, and you'll see that 
Sea-port town called Canadee-i-o." 

Now when the other sailors heard the news 
They fell into a rage 
And with their whole ship's company 
They were willing to engage 
Sayin' "We'll bind her hands and feet me boys, 
And overboard we'll throw her, 
She'll never see that seaport town 
Called Canadee-i-o." 

Now when the Captain he's heard the news 
He too fell in a rage 
And with his whole ship's company 
He was ready to engage 
Saying "She'll stay all in Sailor's clothes, 
Her collar shall be blue, 
And she'll see that seaport town 
Called Canadee-i-o." 

When they sailed down to Canada
Scare above half a year
She's married this bold Captain who called her his dear
She's dressed in silks and satins now
And she cuts a gallant shawl
She's the finest of the ladies down 
In Canadee-i-o

So come all you fair and tender girls 
Wheresoever you may be 
I'd have you to follow your own true love 
When he goes out on the sea 
For if the sailors they prove false to you 
The Captain he might prove true 
You see the honor I have gained from 
The wearing of the blue 


Campbell's Farewell To Redcastle (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Christo Wraps the Reichstag (Neil Anderson/Kirk McLeod)
The Kilt Is My Delight (Traditional; arranged by Seven Nations)
Maggie's Pancakes (S. Morison)


Green 
(Kirk McLeod; arranged by K. McLeod/J. Amato/A. Wadeen) 

C'mon Jamie we've got 
We've got to hurry baby 
We've got our tickets bought
We've got to make tracks lady 

Isn't that just me 
I'm always lost in the future 
Making plans for some new scene 
I'm always lost in some far off land 
Looking for a deeper shade of green 
But Jamie doesn't mind at all 
She likes it that way 

Well, I've been thinkin', and I've been drinkin' 
And I still cannot find a better place to come home to 
It drives me crazy all these maybes 
But still you're on the way I always come 
Running back to 

Lost in the future and I'm looking for 
I'm looking for that scene 
Lost in the future and I'm looking for 
I'm looking for that green 
She likes it that way 
She likes it that way, when she likes it 
She likes it that way. 

Ye Jacobites by Name/The Rights of Man 
(Both traditional; arranged by Seven Nations) 

Ye Jacobites by name 
Lend an ear, lend an ear 
Ye Jacobites by name lend an ear 
Ye Jacobites by name 
Your faults I will proclaim 
Your doctrines I maun blame and you shall hear 
You shall hear 
Your doctrines I maun blame and you shall hear

What is right, what is wrong 
By the law, by the law 
What is right and what is wrong by the law 
What is right, what is wrong 
The short sword and the long 
The weak arm and the strong for to draw 
For to draw
The weak arm and the strong for to draw 

What makes heroic strife 
Famed afar, famed afar 
What makes heroic strife 
Famed afar 
What makes heroic strife 
To whet the assassin's knife 
And claim a parent's life with bloody war 
Bloody war 
And claim a parent's life with bloody war

So let your schemes
In this day, in this day
So let your schemes along
In this day
So let your schemes along
Adore the rising sun
And leave a man undone to his fate
To his fate
And leave a man undone to his fate

Men of Argyll 
(Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson/Nick Watson) 
Old Ground 
(Kirk McLeod) 

In sadness 
I cover old ground 
In sweet bitterness 
I'm spinning around 
I've tried to be different and I've tried to keep clean 
I've tried to be smarter and I've tried to be mean 
But nothing could be further than from me to my quest 
If I had a knife I'd dig it right in my chest 
Because I would be so happy
I'd die for you

In sweetness 
I stare at the sky 
In silence 
I ask myself why 
You know I'd be with you if I thought that I could 
I'd do anything if you thought that I should 
But jumping from bridges and hanging from ropes 
Appear in my head and leave me no hope 

Because I would be so happy 
Yeah, I would be so happy 
Yeah, I would be so happy 
I'd die for you 

Concentrated rivalries 
Opponents of brutality 
Have their place in history 
But I can't see in front of me for you 
I'd die for you. 

If I'd ever tell a life 
Stick a needle in my eye 
Throw a ladder to the sky 
Cross my heart and hope to die for you 
I'd die for you