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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 1st...

    "The Highland Widow's Lament" - Betty Sanders

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH-GXfIUmvY

    "Oh, I am come to the low countrie,
    Och on, och on, och rie!
    Without a penny in my purse,
    To buy a meal to me.

    It was na sae in the Highland hills,
    Och on, och on, och rie!
    Nae woman in the country wide
    Sae happy was as me.

    For then I had a score o' kye,
    Och on, och on, och rie!
    Feeding on yon hills so high,
    And giving milk to me.

    And there I had threescore o' yowes,
    Och on, och on, och rie!
    Skipping on yon bonnie knowes,
    And casting woo' to me.

    I was the happiest of a' the clan,
    Sair, sair may I repine;
    For Donald was the brawest man,
    And Donald he was mine.

    Till Charlie Stuart cam' at last,
    Sae far to set us free;
    My Donald's arm was wanted then
    For Scotland and for me.

    Their waefu' fate what need I tell?
    Right to the wrang did yield:
    My Donald and his country fell
    Upon Culloden field.

    Och on, O Donald O!
    Och on, och on, och rie!
    Nae woman in the warld wide
    Sae wretched now as me. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 2nd...

    "Huntingtower" - The Corries

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q3OU4Cikwco

    "Jeanie:

    When ye gang awa', Jamie
    Far across the sea, laddie,
    When ye gang to Germanie,
    What will ye send to me, laddie?

    Jamie:

    I'll send ye a braw new gown, Jeanie,
    I'll send ye a braw new gown, lassie,
    And it shall be o' silk and gowd,
    Wi' Valenciennes set round, lassie.

    Jeanie:

    That's nae gift ava, Jamie,
    That's nae gift ava, laddie,
    There's ne'er a gown in a' the land,
    I'd like when ye're awa, laddie.

    Jamie:

    When I come back again, Jeanie,
    When I come again, lassie,
    I'll bring wi' me a gallant gay,
    To be your ain gudeman, lassie.

    Jeanie:

    Be my gudeman yoursel', Jamie,
    Be my gudeman yoursel', laddie,
    And tak' me ower to Germanie,
    Wi' you at hame to dwell, laddie.

    Jamie:

    I dinna ken how that wad do, Jeanie,
    I dinna see how that can be, lassie,
    For I've a wife and bairnies three,
    And I'm not sure how ye'd gree, lassie.

    Jeanie:

    Ye should hae telt me that in time, Jamie,
    Ye should hae telt me that lang syne, laddie,
    For had I kent o' your fause heart,
    Ye ne'er had gotten mine, laddie.

    Jamie:

    Your een were like a spell, Jeanie,
    Your een were like a spell, lassie,
    That ilka day bewitch'd me sae,
    I couldna help mysel', lassie.

    Jeanie:

    Gae back to your wife and hame, Jamie,
    Gae back to your bairnies three, laddie,
    And I will pray they ne'er may thole
    A broken heart like me, laddie.

    Jamie:

    Dry that tearfu' e'e, Jeanie,
    Dry that tearfu' e'e, lassie,
    I've neither wife nor bairnies three,
    And I'll wed none but thee, lassie.

    Jeanie:

    Think weel, for fear ye rue, Jamie,
    Think weel, for fear ye rue, laddie;
    For I have neither gow'd nor lands,
    To be a match for you, laddie.

    Jamie:

    Blair in Athol's mine, Jeanie,
    Little Dunkeld is mine, lassie,
    St. Johnstoun's bower, and Huntingtower,
    And a' that's mine is thine lassie. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 3rd...

    "I Love a Lassie" - Sir Harry Lauder

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcCyHc89m7A

    "I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
    If you saw her you would fancy her as well:
    I met her in September, popped the question in November,
    So I'll soon be havin' her a' to ma-sel'.
    Her faither has consented, so I'm feelin' quite contented,
    'Cause I've been and sealed the bargain wi' a kiss.
    I sit and weary weary, when I think aboot ma deary,
    An' you'll always hear me singing this...

    Chorus

    I love a lassie, a bonnie bonnie lassie,
    She's as pure as a lily in the dell,
    She's sweet as the heather, the bonnie bloomin' heather,
    Mary, my Scots bluebell.
    I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
    She can warble like like a blackbird in the dell.
    She's an angel ev'ry Sunday, but a jolly lass on Monday:
    She's as modest as her namesake the bluebell.
    She's nice, she's neat, she's tidy and I meet her ev'ry Friday:
    That's a special nicht, you bet, I never miss.
    I'm enchanted, I'm enraptured, since ma heart the darlin'captur'd,
    She's intoxicated me with bliss...

    Chorus

    I love a lassie, a bonnie Hielan' lassie,
    I could sit an' let her tease me for a week:
    For the way she keeps behavin' well, I never pay for shavin',
    'Cause she rubs ma whiskers clean off with her cheek.
    And underneath ma bonnet, where the hair was, there's none on it,
    For the way she pats ma head has made me bald.
    I know she means no harm, for she'll keep me nice and warm,
    On the frosty nichts sae very cauld...

    Chorus "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 4th...

    "Jessie the Flower o' Dunblane" - Kenneth McKellar

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVISqkgR1s8

    "The sun has gane down o'er the lofty Ben Lomond,
    And left the red clouds to preside o'er the scene;
    While lanely I stray in the calm simmer gloamin',
    To muse on sweet Jessie, the flow'r o' Dunblane.

    How sweet is the brier wi' its saft fauldin' blossom,
    And sweet is the birk wi' its mantle o' green;
    Yet sweeter and fairer, and dear to this bosom,
    Is lovely young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dunblane.

    She's modest as onie and blythe as she's bonnie,
    For guileless simplicity marks her its ain;
    And far be the villain divested o' feeling,
    Wha'd blight in its bloom the sweet flow'r o' Dunblane.

    Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the evening,
    Thour't dear to the echoes o' Calderwood glen;
    Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning,
    Is the charming young Jessie, the flow'r o' Dunblane."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 5th...

    "Jock o' Hazeldean" - Gaberlunzie

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SiaklLm710w

    "'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie,
    Why weep ye by the tide?
    I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
    And ye shall be his bride:
    And ye shall be his bride, ladie
    Sae comely to be seen' -
    But aye she loot the tears down la'
    For Jock o' Hazeldean.

    'A chain of gold ye shall not lack,
    Nor braid to bind you hair,
    Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
    Nor palfrey fresh and fair.
    And you, the fairest of them a'
    Shall ride our forest queen.'
    But aye she loot the tears down la'
    For Jock o' Hazeldean.

    'Now let this wilfu' grief be done,
    And dry that cheek so pale;
    Young Frank is chief of Errington,
    And lord of Langley-dale;
    His step is first in peaceful ha',
    His sword is battle keen' -
    But aye she loot the tears down fa'
    Foe Jock of Hazeldean.

    The kirk was deck'd at morning tide,
    The tapers glimmer'd fair.
    The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
    And dame and knight are there.
    They sought her baith by bower and ha'
    The ladie was not seen.
    She's o'er the border and awa',
    Wi' Jock o' Hazeldean!"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 6th...

    "John Anderson, My Jo" - Eddi Reader

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ghi7qB9nXz8

    "John Anderson, my jo, John,
    When we were first acquent;
    Your locks were like the raven,
    Your bonie brow was brent;
    But now your brow is beld, John,
    Your locks are like the snaw;
    But blessings on your frosty pow,
    John Anderson, my jo.

    John Anderson, my jo, John,
    We clamb the hill the gither;
    And mony a cantie day, John,
    We've had wi' ane anither:
    Now we maun totter down, John,
    And hand in hand we'll go,
    And sleep thegither at the foot,
    John Anderson, my jo."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 7th...

    "Johnnie Cope" - Ceolbeg

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSc_Q_9iSMw

    "Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar:
    'Charlie, meet me an' ye daur,
    An' I'll learn you the art o' war
    If you'll meet me i' the morning.'

    Chorus

    Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
    Or are your drums a-beating yet?
    If ye were wauking I wad wait
    To gang to the coals i' the morning.

    When Charlie looked the letter upon
    He drew his sword the scabbard from:
    'Come, follow me, my merry merry men,
    And we'll meet Johnnie Cope i' the morningl

    'Now Johnnie, be as good's your word;
    Come, let us try both fire and sword;
    And dinna rin like a frichted bird,
    That's chased frae its nest i' the morning.'

    Chorus

    Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
    Or are your drums a-beating yet?
    If ye were wauking I wad wait
    To gang to the coals i' the morning.

    When Johnnie Cope he heard of this,
    He thought it wadna be amiss
    To hae a horse in readiness,
    To flee awa' i' the morning.

    Fy now, Johnnie, get up an' rin;
    The Highland bagpipes mak' a din;
    It's best to sleep in a hale skin,
    For 'twill be a bluidy morning.

    Chorus

    Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
    Or are your drums a-beating yet?
    If ye were wauking I wad wait
    To gang to the coals i' the morning.

    When Johnnie Cope tae Dunbar came,
    They speired at him, 'Where's a' your men?'
    'The deil confound me gin I ken,
    For I left them a' i' the morning.

    'I' faith,' quo' Johnnie, 'I got sic flegs
    Wi' their claymores an' philabegs;
    If I face them again, deil break my legs!
    Sae I wish you a' gude morning'.

    Chorus

    Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
    Or are your drums a-beating yet?
    If ye were wauking I wad wait
    To gang to the coals i' the morning.

    'Now Johnnie, troth, ye werena blate
    To come wi' news o' your ain defeat,
    And leave your men in sic a strait
    Sae early in the morning.

    Chorus

    Hey, Johnnie Cope, are ye wauking yet?
    Or are your drums a-beating yet?
    If ye were wauking I wad wait
    To gang to the coals i' the morning. "



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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 8th...

    "Keep Right on to the End of the Road" - Sir Harry Lauder

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbM86eiczAg

    "Ev'ry road thro' life is a long, long road,
    Fill'd with joys and sorrows too,
    As you journey on how your heart will yearn
    For the things most dear to you.
    With wealth and love 'tis so,
    But onward we must go.

    Chorus:

    Keep right on to the end of the road,
    Keep right on to the end,
    Tho' the way be long, let your heart be strong,
    Keep right on round the bend.
    Tho' you're tired and weary still journey on,
    Till you come to your happy abode,
    Where all the love you've been dreaming of
    Will be there at the end of the road.

    With a big stout heart to a long steep hill,
    We may get there with a smile,
    With a good kind thought and an end in view,
    We may cut short many a mile.
    So let courage ev'ry day
    Be your guiding star alway.

    Chorus: "


    Sir Harry Lauder wrote this song after his son was killed in action in World War I.

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 9th...

    "Kelvin Grove" - Kenneth McKellar

    "Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O,
    Through it's mazes let us rove, bonnie lassie, O:
    Where the rose in all her pride,
    Paints the hollow dingle side,
    Where the midnight fairies glide, bonnie lassie, O.

    Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, O,
    To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, O;
    Where the glens rebound the call
    Of the roaring waters' fall,
    Through the mountain's rocky hall, bonnie lassie, O.

    O Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie, O,
    When the summer we are there, bonnie lassie, O;
    There the May-pink's crimson plume
    Throws a soft, but sweet perfume
    Round the yellow banks of broom, bonnie lassie, O.

    Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, O,
    As the smile of fortune's thine, bonnie lassie, O;
    Yet with fortune on my side,
    I could stay thy father's pride,
    And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie, O.

    But the frowns of fortune lour, bonnie lassie, O,
    On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, O;
    Ere yon golden orb of day
    Wake the warblers on the spray,
    From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, O.

    Then farewell to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie, O,
    And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie, O;
    To the river winding clear,
    To the fragrant scented brier,
    E'en to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, O.

    When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, O,
    Should I fall midst battle's roar, bonnie lassie, O;
    Then Helen, shouldst thou hear
    Of thy lover on his bier,
    To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, O. "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 10th...

    "Killiecrankie" - The Corries

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jeLyhv-psc

    "Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
    Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o?
    Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?
    Come 'ye by Killiecrankie-o?

    An' ye had been whaur I hae been
    Ye wadna been sae cantie-o
    An' ye had seen what I hae seen
    On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

    I fought at land, I fought at sea
    At hame I fought my auntie-o
    But I met the Devil and Dundee
    On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

    The bauld pit cur fell in a furr
    And Clavers gat a crankie-o
    Or I had fed an Athol gled
    On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

    Oh fie, MacKay, What gart ye lie
    I' the brush ayont the brankie-o?
    Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's lofe
    Than come tae Killiecrankie-o

    It's nae shame, it's nae shame
    It's nae shame to shank ye-o
    There's sour slaes on Athol braes
    And the de'ils at Killiecrankie-o "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 11th...

    "The Laird o' Cockpen" - Anne Lorne Gillies

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8JYcWRAsQ8

    "The laird o' Cockpen, he's proud an' he's great,
    His mind is ta'en up wi' things o' the State;
    He wanted a wife, his braw house to keep,
    But favour wi' wooin' was fashious to seek.

    Down by the dyke-side a lady did dwell,
    At his table head he thought she'd look well,
    McClish's ae daughter o' Claversha' Lee,
    A penniless lass wi' a lang pedigree.

    His wig was weel pouther'd and as gude as new,
    His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue;
    He put on a ring, a sword, and cock'd hat,
    And wha could refuse the laird wi' a' that?

    He took the grey mare, and rode cannily,
    An' rapp'd at the yett o' Claversha' Lee;
    "Gae tell Mistress Jean to come speedily ben,
    She's wanted to speak to the Laird o' Cockpen".

    Mistress Jean was makin' the elderflower wine;
    "An' what brings the laird at sic a like time?"
    She put aff her apron, and on her silk gown,
    Her mutch wi' red ribbons, and gaed awa' down.

    An' when she cam' ben, he bowed fu' low,
    An' what was his errand he soon let her know;
    Amazed was the laird when the lady said "Na",
    And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa'.

    Dumfounder'd was he, nae sigh did he gie,
    He mounted his mare - he rade cannily;
    An' aften he thought, as he gaed through the glen,
    She's daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen.

    And now that the laird his exit had made,
    Mistress Jean she reflected on what she had said;
    "Oh, for ane I'll get better, it's waur I'll get ten,
    I was daft to refuse the Laird o' Cockpen".

    Next time that the laird and the lady was seen,
    They were gaun arm-in-arm to the kirk on the green;
    Now she sits in the ha' like a weel-tappit hen,
    But as yet there's nae chickens appear'd at Cockpen."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 12th...

    "Lament of Mary Queen of Scots" - Jean Redpath

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

    "Now Nature hangs her mantle green
    On every blooming tree,
    And spreads her sheet o' daisies white
    Out o'er the grassy lea;
    Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
    And glads the azure skies:
    But nought can glad the weary wight
    That fast in durance lies.

    Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
    Aloft on dewy wing;
    The merle, in his noontide bow'r
    Makes woodland echoes ring;
    The mavis wild wi' monie a note
    Sings drowsy day to rest:
    In love and freedom they rejoice,
    Wi' care nor thrall opprest.

    Now blooms the lily by the bank,
    The primrose down the brae;
    The hawthorn's budding in the glen,
    And milk-white is the slae:
    The meanest hind in fair Scotland
    May rove their sweets amang;
    But I, the Queen of a' Scotland,
    Maun lie in prison strang.

    I was the Queen o' bonie France,
    Where happy I hae been;
    Fu' lightly rase I in the morn,
    As blythe lay down at e'en:
    And I'm the sov'reign of Scotland,
    And monie a traitor there;
    Yet here I lie in foreign bands
    And never-ending care.

    But as for thee, thou false woman,
    My sister and my fae,
    Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword
    That thro' thy soul shall gae!
    The weeping blood in woman's breast
    Was never known to thee;
    Nor th' balm that draps on wounds of woe
    Frae woman's pitying e'e.

    My son! my son! may kinder stars
    Upon thy fortune shine;
    And may those pleasures gild thy reign,
    That ne'er wad blink on mine!
    God keep thee frae thy mother's faes,
    Or turn their hearts to thee;
    And where thou meet'st thy mother's friend,
    Remember him for me!

    O! soon, to me may summer suns
    Nae mair light up the morn!
    Nae mair to me the autumn winds
    Wave o'er the yellow corn!
    And, in the narrow house of death,
    Let winter round me rave;
    And the next flow'rs that deck the spring
    Bloom on my peaceful grave"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 13th...

    "Leezie Lindsay" - The Campbells

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

    "Will ye gang tae the Heilands, Leezie Lindsay?
    Will ye gang tae the Heilands wi' me?
    Will ye gang tae the Heilands, Leezie Lindsay,
    My bride and my darling tae be?"

    "To gang to the Heilands wi' you, Sir,
    I dinna ken how that may be,
    For I ken nae the road I am gaeing,
    Nor yet wha I'm gaun wi'."

    "O, Leezie, lass, ye maun ken little,
    Syne ye dinna ken me;
    For I am Lord Ronald MacDonald,
    A Chieftain o' high degree."

    "Oh, if ye're the Laird of MacDonald,
    A great ane I ken ye maun be;
    But how can a chieftain sae mighty
    Think o' a puir lassie like me?"

    She has gotten a gown o' green satin.
    She has kilted them up tae her knee,
    And she's aff wi' Lord Ronald MacDonald,
    His bride and his darling tae be."

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 14th...

    "Loch Lomond" - Runrig and The Tartan Army

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhgNe2obE54

    "By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
    Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon'
    Where me and my true love were ever wont tae gae
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

    Chorus

    Oh you tak' the high road and I'll tak the low road
    An' I'll be in Scotland afore ye,
    But me and my true love will never meet again
    On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'

    Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen.
    On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomon',
    Where in purple hue, the hielan' hills we view,
    An' the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.

    Chorus

    The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,
    While in sunshine the waters are sleepin'
    But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
    Tho' the waefu' may cease free their greetin'.

    Chorus "

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 15th...

    "Loch Tay Boat Song" - John McDermott

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WgxerBclN6E

    "When I've done my work of day,
    And I row my boat away,
    Doon the waters of Loch Tay,
    As the evening light is fading
    And I look upon Ben Lawers
    Where the after glory glows;
    And I think on two bright eyes
    And the melting mouth below.

    She's my beauteous nighean ruadh,
    She's my joy and sorrow too;
    And although she is untrue,
    Well I cannot live without her,
    For my heart's a boat in tow,
    And I'd give the world to know
    Why she means to let me go,
    As I sing horee horo.
    Nighean ruadh, your lovely hair
    Has more glamour I declare
    Than all the tresses rare
    'tween Killin and Aberfeldy.
    Be they lint white, brown or gold,
    Be they blacker than the sloe,
    They are worth no more to me
    Than the melting flake of snow.

    Her eyes are like the gleam
    O' the sunlight on the stream;
    And the songs the fairies sing
    Seem like songs she sings at milking.
    But my heart is full of woe,
    For last night she bade me go
    And the tears begin to flow,
    As I sing horee, horo.

    She's my beauteous nighean ruadh,
    She's my joy and sorrow too
    And although she is untrue,
    Well I cannot live without her.
    For my heart's a boat in tow
    And I'd give the world to know,
    Why she means to let me go
    As I sing horee horo."




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