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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 16th…

    "Farewell to Lochaber" - Annie Grace

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uT9CK325Lk

    "Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean,
    Where heartsome wi' her I ha'e mony day been,
    For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,
    We'll maybe return to Lochaber no more.

    These tears that I shed they are all for my dear,
    And no' for the dangers attending or weir;
    Tho' borne on rough seas to a far distant shore.
    Maybe to return to Lochaber no more.

    Though hurricanes rise, though rise ev'ry wind,
    No tempest can equal the storm in my mind;
    Tho loudest of thunders or louder waves roar,
    There's nothing like leavin' my love on the shore.

    To leave thee behind me, my heart is sair pain'd,
    But by ease that's inglorious no fame can be gain'd;
    And beauty and love's the reward of the brave,
    And I maun deserve it before I can crave.

    Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse,
    Since honour commands me, how can I refuse?
    Without it I ne'er can have merrit for thee;
    And losing thy favour, I'd better not be.

    I go then, my lass, to win honour and fame;
    And if I should chance to come gloriously hame,
    I'll bring a heart to thee, with love running o'er,
    And then I'll leave thee an' Lochaber no more. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 17th…

    "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton" - Betty Sanders

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PD2G37bLU3o

    "Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
    Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
    My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
    Though stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill,
    Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell,
    Thou green created lapwing, thy screaming fore-bear,
    I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

    How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
    Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills.
    There daily I wander, as morn rises high,
    My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
    How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
    Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow.
    There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea,
    The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.

    Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
    And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
    How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
    As gathering sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave.
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
    Flow gently , sweet river, the theme of my lays.
    My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
    Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 18th…

    "The Flowers of the Forest" - Isla St. Clair

    "I've heard the lilting, at the yowe-milking,
    Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day;
    But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning;
    "The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away".

    As buchts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning;
    The lasses are lonely and dowie and wae.
    Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sobbing,
    Ilk ane lifts her leglen, and hies her away.

    In hairst, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
    The Bandsters are lyart, and runkled and grey.
    At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching,
    The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

    At e'en, in the gloaming, nae swankies are roaming,
    'Bout stacks wi' the lasses at bogle to play.
    But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie,
    The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.

    Dule and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border;
    The English, for ance, by guile wan the day:
    The Flowers of the Forest, that foucht aye the foremost,
    The prime o' our land are cauld in the clay.

    We'll hae nae mair lilting, at the yowe-milking,
    Women and bairns are dowie and wae.
    Sighing and moaning, on ilka green loaning,
    The Flowers of the forest are all wede away. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 19th…

    "For The Sake O' Somebody" - Scottish Early Music Consort

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qL4pNYmMoDc

    "My heart is sair - I dare na tell -
    My heart is sair for Somebody;
    I could wake a winter night
    For the sake o' Somebody.
    O-hon! for Somebody!
    O-hey! for Somebody!
    I could range the world around,
    For the sake o' Somebody.

    Ye Powers that smile on virtuous love,
    O, sweetly smile on Somebody!
    Frae ilka danger keep him free,
    And send me safe my Somebody!
    O-hon! for Somebody!
    O-hey! for Somebody!
    I wad do-what wad I not?
    For the sake o' Somebody."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 20th…

    "Fou the Noo" - Sir Harry Lauder

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_odul0G4Kw

    "I just come frae a weddin', or a fun'ral,
    A christ'nin' or somethin' of the kind,
    And the stuff that I've been drinkin' took my noodle,
    And to what or where I've been I canna mind.
    I feel as brave as any highway robber;
    I've the courage of a dozen men the noo;
    I'm a miserable devil when I'm sober
    But I'm very, very happy when I'm fou!

    Chorus

    And I'm fou the noo! absolutely fou!
    But I adore the country I was born in.
    My name is Jock McGraw and I dinna care a straw
    For I've somethin' in the bottle for the mornin'
    And I'm fou the noo! Absolutely fou!
    But I adore the country I was born in.
    My name is Jock McGraw and I dinna care a straw
    For I've somethin' in the bottle for the mornin'!

    If ye take a Five Pound Note to light your pipe with;
    If ye think a bassinette's a motor car;
    If ye lift the doormat up to wipe your nose with,
    If you're in your hoose and don't know where you are;
    If you kiss a policeman and say "Hoo dearly,
    My dearest darlin' pet hoo, I love you"
    Well then that denotes conclusively and clearly.
    That, like me, ma freen's, yer absolutely fou!

    Chorus

    I felt quite mad when coming roon the corner,
    A lamp post struck me richt between the eyes!
    Ma blood got up I wanted to be fighting,
    Because the thing did not apologize.
    Just after that I tumbled oe'r a doorstep,
    "Thieves!" "Murder!" and "Police!" I cried,
    But I'm goin' to make the owner compensate me,
    For his negligence in leaving it outside."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 21st...

    "The Gallowa' Hills" - Highland Reign

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cza_ncqS9aw

    "I’ll tak’ my plaidie contented to be,
    A wee bittie kilted abune my knee,
    An’ I’ll gie my pipes another blaw,
    An’ I’ll gang oot o’er the hills tae Gallowa’.

    Chorus:

    Oh the Gallowa’ hills are covered wi’ broom,
    Wi’ heather bells in bonnie bloom,
    Wi’ heather bells an’ rivers a’
    An’ I’ll gang oot o’er the hills tae Gallowa’.

    For I say bonnie lassie will ye come wi’ me
    Tae share your lot in a far country
    For tae share your lot when doon fa’s a’
    An’ we’ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa’.

    Chorus:

    For I’ll sell my rock, an’ I’ll sell my reel,
    I’ll sell my granny’s spinning wheel,
    I will sell them a’ when doon fa’s a’,
    An’ we’ll gang oot ower the hills tae Gallowa’. Chorus:

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 22nd...

    "A Gordon for Me" - Eleanor Glover and The White Heather Band

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfh4TKe-1Y8

    "I'm Geordie MacKay of the H. L. I.
    I'm fond of the lassies and a drappie forbye,
    One day when out walking I chanced to see,
    A bonnie wee lass wi' a glint in her ee'
    Says I to the lassie "Will you walk foe a while?
    I'll buy you a bonnet and we'll do it in style,
    My kilt is Mackenzie o' the H. L.I."
    She look'd at me shyly and said wi' a sigh.

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    A Gordon for me, a Gordon for me,
    If ye're no a Gordon ye're no use to me.
    The Black Watch are braw, the Seaforths and a'
    But the cocky wee Gordon's the pride o' them a'.

    I courted that girl on the banks of the Dee,
    I made up my mind she was fashioned for me,
    Soon I was a' thinking how nice it would be
    If she would consent to get married to me.
    The day we were wed, the grass was so green,
    The sun was as bright as the light in her 'een,
    Now we've two bonnie lassies who sit on her knee,
    While she sings the song she once sang to me.

    Chorus "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 23rd...

    "Granny's Hielan' Hame" - The Alexander Brothers

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NlBW2424LCo

    "Chorus:

    Where the heather bells are blooming just outside Granny's door,
    Where as laddies there we played in the days of long ago.
    Neath the shadow of Ben Bhragie and Golspie's loudly stane,
    How I wished that I could see my Granny's Hielan' hame.

    Away in the Hielands
    There stands a wee hoose,
    And it stands on the breast of the brae.
    Where we played as laddies
    Sae long long ago,
    And it seems it was just yesterday.

    Chorus

    I can still see old Granny,
    A smile on her face,
    As sweet as the heather dew,
    When she kissed me good-bye
    Wi' a tear in her eye,
    And said, 'Laddie may God bless you'.

    Chorus "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 24th...

    "Green Grow the Rashes O!" - Eddi Reader

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3QRHh51bU5s

    "Chorus:

    Green grow the rashes O!
    Green grow the rashes O!
    The sweetest hour that e'er I spent
    Were spent among the lasses O!

    There's naught but care on ev'ry han',
    In ev'ry hour that passes, O!
    What signifies the life o' man,
    An' 'twere na for the lasses O?

    Chorus:

    The war'ly race may riches chase,
    An riches may fly them, O!
    An tho at last they catch them fast,
    Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O!

    Chorus:

    But gie me a cannie hour at e'en
    My arms about my dearie, O!
    An war'ly cares and warldly men,
    May a' gae tapsalteerie, O!

    Chorus:

    For you sae douce wha sneer at this,
    Ye're not but senseless asses, O!
    The wisest man the warl' e'er saw,
    He dearly loved the lasses, O!

    Chorus:

    Auld Nature swears the lovely dears,
    Her noblest work she classes, O!
    Her prentice han' she tried on man,
    An' then she made the lasses, O!

    Chorus: "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 25th...

    "A Scottish Soldier (The Green Hills Of Tyrol)" - Andy Stewart

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KOw6iKrmS0

    "There was a soldier, a Scottish soldier,
    Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
    There was none bolder, with good broad shoulders,
    He fought in many a fray and fought and won.
    He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
    Of battles glorious and deeds victorious.
    But now he's sighing, his heart is crying,
    To leave these green hills of Tyrol.

    Chorus:

    Because these green hills are not Highland hills
    Or the Island's hills, they're not my land's hills,
    As fair as these green foreign hills may be
    They are not the hills of home.

    And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
    Who wandered far away and soldiered far away,
    Sees leaves are falling, and death is calling,
    And he will fade away, on that dark land.
    He called his piper, his trusty piper,
    And bade him sound away, a pibroch sad to play,
    Upon a hillside, a Scottish hillside
    Not on these green hills of Tyrol

    Chorus:

    And now this soldier, this Scottish soldier,
    Who wanders far no more, and soldiers far no more,
    Now on a hillside, a Scottish hillside,
    You'll see a piper play this soldier home.
    He's seen the glory, he's told the story,
    Of battles glorious, and deeds victorious;
    But he will cease now, he is at peace now,
    Far from these green hills of Tyrol"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 26th...

    "Hail Caledonia!" - Robert Wilson

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=weyGEcC1u9s

    "Hail Caledonia! land of my childhood,
    Home of my birth, so radiant and fair.
    Though I have roam'd through the world and its beauties,
    Nowhere on earth with thee can compare.
    Thou art majestic and regal in splendour,
    Thou art the land of the gallant and free,
    Lassies with hearts aye so true and so tender.
    Hail Caledonia! how I love thee!

    Chorus

    Let the Irish sing of their Em'rld Isle
    Where the four leav'd shamrock grows,
    Let the English praise their valleys and braes,
    And the bonny blooming rose,
    But give me the land of the heather and the kilt,
    The mountain and the river,
    For the blood leaps in my veins
    When I hear the bagpipe's strains
    Scotland, dear old Scotland forever!

    Chorus

    Hail Caledonia! birthplace of heroes
    Whose names are scribed on the parchment of fame;
    Heroes whose lives were a noble example
    That others might follow and honour thy name.
    Scotchmen, I give you a toast, make it your toast
    Fill up your glasses, aye, full to the brim:
    Here's to Auld Scotland, her lads and her lassies -
    Long rule Britannia! God save the King!

    Chorus

    Hail Caledonia! thy name acts like magic
    On each Scottish heart when they're far o'er the sea.
    Down in the South when their day's work is over
    Their thoughts turn back, dear old Scotland to thee.
    Thy sons are respected and lov'd o'er the world.
    A Scotchman is always so staunch and so true.
    And if in battle his standard's unfurl'd,
    He'll give his life's blood, Caledonia for you.

    Chorus "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 27th...

    "The Haughs o' Cromdale" - Andy M. Stewart & Manus Lunny

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kUzShbHwsRM

    "As I came in by Auchindoun,
    A little wee bit frae the toun,
    When to the Highlands I was bound,
    To view the haughs of Cromdale,
    I met a man in tartan trews,
    I speir'd at him what was the news;
    Quo' he the Highland army rues,
    That e'er we came to Cromdale.

    We were in bed, sir, every man,
    When the Engligh host upon us came,
    A bloody battle then began,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
    The English horse they were so rude,
    They bath'd their hooves in Highland blood,
    But our brave clans, they boldly stood
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

    But, alas! We could no longer stay,
    For o'er the hills we came away,
    And sore we do lament the day,
    That e'er we came to Cromdale.
    Thus the great Montrose did say,
    Can you direct the nearest way?
    For I will o'er the hills this day,
    And view the haughs of Cromdale.

    Alas, my lord, you're not so strong,
    You scarcely have two thousand men,
    And there's twenty thousand on the plain,
    Stand rank and file on Cromdale.
    Thus the great Montrose did say,
    I say, direct the nearest way,
    For I will o'er the hills this day,
    And see the haughs of Cromdale.

    They were at dinner, every man,
    When great Montrose upon them came,
    A second battle then began,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
    The Grant, Mackenzie and MacKay,
    Soon as Montrose they did espy,
    O then, they fought most valiantly!
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

    The Macdonalds they returned again,
    The Camerons did their standard join,
    MacIntosh play'd a bloody game,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
    The MacGregors fought like lions bold,
    MacPhersons, none could them control,
    MacLaughlins fought, like loyal souls,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

    MacLeans, MacDougals, and MacNeils,
    So boldly as they took the field,
    And make their enemies to yield,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
    The Gordons boldly did advance,
    The Frasers fought with sword and lance,
    The Grahams they made the heads to dance,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.

    The loyal Stewarts with Montrose,
    So boldly set upon their foes,
    And brought them down with Highland blows,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale.
    Of twenty thousand Cromwell's men,
    Five hundred fled to Aberdeen
    The rest of them lie on the plain,
    Upon the haughs of Cromdale."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 28th...

    "Henry Martin" - Joan Baez

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gng5bWcQHV0

    "There were three brothers in merry Scotland
    In Scotland there lived brothers three,
    And they did cast lots which of them should go, should go, should go,
    For to turn robber all on the salt sea.

    The lot it fell on Henry Martin
    The youngest of all the three,
    That he should turn robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
    For to maintain his two brothers and he.

    He had not been sailing but a long winter's night
    And part of a short winter's day,
    When he espied a lofty stout ship, stout ship, stout ship,
    Coming a-sailing along that way.

    'Hello, Hello,' said Henry Martin,
    'What makes you sail so high?'
    'I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town, London Town, London Town,
    Will you please for to let me pass by?'

    'Oh no, Oh no! cried Henry Martin,
    'That thing it never can be,
    For I have turned robber all on the salt sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
    For to maintain my two brothers and me.'

    With broadside and broadside and at it they went
    For fully two hours or three,
    Till Henry Martin gave to her the death shot, the death shot, the death shot,
    Heavily listing to starboard went she.

    The rich merchant vessel was wounded full sore,
    Straight to the bottom went she,
    And Henry Martin sailed away on the sea, the salt sea, the salt sea,
    For to maintain his two brothers and he.

    Bad news, bad news to old England came,
    Bad news to fair London Town,
    There was a rich vessel and she's cast away, cast away, cast away,
    And all of her merry men drowned. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 29th...

    "Highland Fairy Lullaby" - Carl Peterson

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2dRrlWoC8SU

    "I left my baby lying here,
    Lying here, lying here
    I left my baby lying here
    To go and gather blaeberries.

    I found the wee brown otter's track
    Otter's track, otter's track
    I found the wee brown otter's track
    But ne'er a trace o' my baby, O!

    I found the track of the swan on the lake
    Swan on the lake, swan on the lake
    I found the track of the swan on the lake
    But not the track of baby, O!

    I found the trail of the mountain mist
    Mountain mist, mountain mist
    I found the trail of the mountain mist
    But ne'er a trace of baby, O!

    Hovan, Hovan Gorry og O,
    Gorry og, O, Gorry og O
    Hovan, Hovan Gorry og O
    I've lost my darling baby, O!"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... September 30th...

    "Highland Mary" - Carl Peterson

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdE4VKvePNg

    "Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
    The castle o' Montgomery,
    Green be your woods and fair your flowers,
    Your waters never drumlie!
    There simmer first unfauld her robes,
    And there the langest tarry;
    For there I took the last fareweel,
    O' my sweet Highland Mary.

    How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,
    How rich the hawthorn's blossom,
    As underneath their fragrant shade
    I clasp'd her to my bosom!
    The golden hours, on angel wings,
    Flew o'er me and my dearie;
    For dear to me as light and life,
    Was my sweet Highland Mary.

    Wi' monie a vow and lock'd embrace
    Our parting was fu' tender;
    And, pledging aft to meet again,
    We tore oursels asunder;
    But O! fell death's untimely frost,
    That nipt my flower sae early!
    Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
    That wraps my Highland Mary!

    O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
    I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
    And closed for aye the sparkling glance,
    That dwelt on me sae kindly!
    And mould'ring now in silent dust,
    That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
    But still within my bosom's core
    Shall live my Highland Mary."

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