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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 16th...

    "Lock the Door, Lariston" - Maddy Prior

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jDs67nbw5aQ

    "Lock the door, Lariston, lion of Liddesdale,
    Lock the door, Lariston, Lowther comes on.
    The Armstrongs are flying, the widows are crying,
    Castletown is burning and Oliver is gone!
    Lock the door, Lariston, high on the weather gleam,
    See how the Saxon plumes they bob on the sky.
    Yeoman and carbinier, billman and halberdier,
    Fierce is the foray and far is the cry!

    Why d'you smile, noble Elliot o' Lariston?
    Why do the joy candles gleam in your eye?
    You bold Border ranger, beware of your danger,
    Your foes are relentless, determined and nigh!
    "I have Mangerton and Ogilvie, Raeburn and Netherbie,
    Auld Sim o' Whitram and all his array,
    Come all Northumberland, Teesdale and Cumberland
    Here at the Breaken Tower end shall the fray."

    Scowled the broad sun o'er the links o' green Liddesdale,
    Red as the beacon-fires tipped he the wold,
    Many a bold martial eye mirrored that morning sky,
    Never more oped on its orbit of gold.
    See how they wane the proud files o' the Windermere.
    Howard! Ah woe tae your hopes o' the day.
    Hear the wide welkin rend while the Scots shouts ascend -
    "Elliot o' Lariston! Elliot for aye!'"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 17th...

    "The Lum Hat Wantin' The Croon" - Rory and Alex McEwen

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P-31VVrLIbo

    "The burn was big wi' spate
    And there cam tumblein' doon,
    Topsalterie, the half of a gate
    An auld fish-hake, and a great muckle skate,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon

    The auld wife stood on th' bank,
    As they gied swirlin' roon,
    She took a guid look, and syne says she,
    "There's food and there's firin' gaen tae th' sea,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!"

    So she gruppit th' branch of a saugh,
    And she kickit off ane of her shoon,
    An' she stuck oot her fit, but it caught in the gate,
    An' awa' she went wi' th' great muckle skate,
    An' a lum hat wantin' th' croon!

    She floated fu' many a mile,
    Past cottage and village and toon,
    She'd an awfu' time astride of the gate,
    Though it seemed t'gree fine wi' th' great muckle skate,
    And the lum hat wantin' th' croon!

    A fisher was waukin' th' deck,
    By the licht of his pipe and th' moon,
    When he sees an auld body astride of a gate,
    Come bobbin' along in the waves wi' a skate,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!

    "There's a man overboard!" cries he,
    "Ye hear?" quo she, "I'll droon!
    A man overboard? It's a wife on a gate!
    It's auld Mistress Mackintosh here wi' a skate,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!

    Was she nippit tae death at th' Pole?
    Has India bakit her broon?
    I canna tell that, but whatever her fate,
    I'll wager ye'll find t'was shared by a gate,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!

    There's a moral attached tae my song:
    On greed ye should aye gie a froon!
    When ye think of the wife that was lost for a gate,
    An auld fish hake and a great muckle skate,
    And a lum hat wantin' th' croon!"

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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... October 18th...

    "MacPherson's Lament" - Broken Whistle

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kNYwfXC3SI

    "Chorus

    Fare thee weel, you dungeons dark and strong,
    Fareweel, fareweel to thee.
    Macpherson's rant will ne'er be lang,
    On yonder gallers tree.

    Sae wontonly, sae dauntonly,
    O rantinly gaed he,
    He played a tune an' he danced aroon,
    Below the gallers tree.

    Chorus

    Well the laird o' Grant, you highlan' Saint
    That first laid hands on me,
    He plead the cause o' Peter Broon,
    He watched Macpherson dee.

    Chorus

    By a woman's treacherous hand
    That I was condemned to dee,
    High on a ledge of her window she stood,
    And a blanket she threw over me.

    Chorus

    Some come here noo tae see me hang
    And some to buy my fiddle,
    Before I'll pairt wi' thee,
    I'll brak' her through the middle.

    Chorus

    Come ye loose the bands from off my hands
    Bring tae me noo my sword,
    There's nae a man in a' Scotland
    That'll brave him at his word.

    Chorus

    Little did my mother think
    When first she cradled me,
    That I would turn a rovin' boy
    And die upon the gallers tree.

    Chorus

    The reprieve was comin' o'er the brig o' Banff,
    To set Macpherson free,
    They pu' the clock a quarter fast,
    And they hanged him to the tree.

    Chorus "




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    @SNS - (A bheil Gàidhlig agat?) - allow me to pay my respects to you for the creation of this entertaining and informative yet sadly abandoned thread and to thus continue it in the spirit with which you intended... hopefully improved but of course never bettered! - although I could have quite cheerfully done without all that formatting - - bliadhna Mhath Ùr!



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

    "Auld Lang Syne" - Mairi Campbell & Emily Smith

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

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    "Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And never brought to mind?
    Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
    And auld lang syne!

    Chorus:
    For auld lang syne, my jo,
    For auld lang syne,
    We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
    For auld lang syne.

    And surely you'll be your pint stoup,
    And surely I'll be mine,
    And we'll tak a cup o' kindness yet
    For auld lang syne!

    Chorus

    We twa hae ran about the braes,
    And pou'd the gowans fine,
    But we've wander'd monie a weary fit
    Sin' auld lang syne.

    Chorus

    We twa hae paidl'd in the burn
    Frae morning sun til dine,
    But seas between us braid hae roar'd
    Sin' auld lang syne.

    Chorus

    And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,
    And gie's a hand o' thine,
    And we'll tak a right gude willie waught
    For auld lang syne!

    Chorus "




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

    "Maggie Lauder" - The Tannahill Weavers

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rx1-QNl_ntk

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    "Wha wadna be in love
    Wi bonnie Maggie Lauder?
    A piper met her gaun to Fife,
    And spier'd what was't they ca'd her:
    Richt scornfully she answered him,
    Begone, you hallanshakerl
    Jog on your gate, you bladderskate!
    My name is Maggie Lauder.

    Maggie! quoth he; and, by my bags,
    I'm fidgin' fain to see thee!
    Sit doun by me, my bonnie bird;
    In troth I winna steer thee;
    For I'm a piper to my trade;
    My name is Rob the Ranter:
    The lasses loup as they were daft,
    When I blaw up my chanter.

    Piper, quo Meg, hae ye your bags,
    Or is your drone in order?
    If ye be Rob, I've heard o' you;
    Live you upo' the Border?
    The lasses a', baith far and near,
    Have heard o' Rob the Ranter;
    I'll shake my foot wi' richt gude will,
    Gif ye'll blaw up your chanter.

    Then to his bags he flew wi' speed;
    About the drone he twisted:
    Meg up and wallop'd ower the green;
    For brawly could she frisk itl
    Weel done! quo he. Play up! quo she.
    Weel bobb'd! quo Rob the Ranter;
    It's worth my while to play, indeed,
    When I hae sic a dancer!

    Weel hae ye play'd your part! quo Meg;
    Your cheeks are like the crimsonl
    There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel,
    Sin' we lost Habbie Simson.
    I've lived in Fife, baith maid and wife,
    This ten years and a quarter;
    Gin ye should come to Anster Fair,
    Spier ye for Maggie Lauder."

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

    "March of the Cameron Men" - Kenneth McKellar

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x5hVQkxU45A

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    "There's many a man of the Cameron clan
    That has followed his chief to the field
    He has sworn to support him or die by his side
    For a Cameron never can yield.

    I hear the pibroch sounding, sounding
    Deep o'er the mountain and glen
    While light springing footsteps
    Are trampling the heath

    Chorus -
    'Tis the march of the Cameron men.
    'Tis the march, 'tis the march
    'Tis the march of the Cameron men.

    Oh, proudly they walk, but each Cameron knows
    He may tread on the heather no more
    But boldly he follows his chief to the field
    Where his laurels were gathered before.

    Chorus

    The moon has arisen, it shines on the path
    Now trod by the gallant and true
    High, high are their hopes, for their chieftain has said
    That whatever men dare, they can do.

    Chorus "
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    Traditional Scottish Songs... One Tune A Day... January 4th...

    "Mary Morison" - Kenneth McKellar

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B4-q6JbKAYM

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    "O Mary, at thy window be!
    It is the wish'd, the trysted hour.
    Those smiles and glances let me see,
    That make the miser's treasure poor,
    How blithely wad I bide the stoure,
    A weary slave frae sun to sun,
    Could I the rich reward secure -
    The lovely Mary Morison.

    Yestreen, when to the trembling string
    The dance gaed thro, the lighted ha',
    To thee my fancy took its wing,
    I sat, but neither heard nor saw:
    Tho' this was fair, and that was braw,
    And yon the toast of a' the town,
    I sigh'd and said amang them a' -
    'Ye are na Mary Morison!'

    O Mary canst thou wreck his peace
    Wha for thy sake wad gladly die?
    Or canst thou break that heart of his
    Whase only faut is loving thee?
    If love for love thou wilt na gie,
    At least be pity to me shown:
    A thought ungentle canna be
    The thought o' Mary Morison. jundic jostle ~es sheep bum buzz"

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

    "Mingulay Boat Song" - Richard Thompson

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBnbEL9WPRs

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    "Chorus:

    Heel y'ho boys, let her go, boys
    Bring her head round now all together
    Heel y'ho boys, let her go boys
    Sailing homeward to Mingulay!

    What care we tho' white the sea is
    What care we for wind and weather?
    Let her go boys, every inch is
    Wearing homeward to Mingulay!

    Chorus:

    Wives are waiting on the bank, boys,
    Looking seaward from the heather.
    Pull her 'round boys, and we'll anchor
    'Ere the sun sets at Mingulay!

    Chorus: "


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

    "Mormond Braes" - Robyn Stapleton

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnDwTMlQAP4

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    "As I went doon to Strichen toon,
    I heard a fair maid mourning,
    And she was making sair complaint
    For her true love ne'er returning.

    Chorus

    So fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes,
    Where often I've been cheery;
    Fare ye weel ye Mormond Braes,
    For it's there I lost my dearie.

    There's many a horse has snappert an' fa'en
    And risen again fu' rarely.
    There's many a lass has lost her lad
    And gotten another right early.

    Chorus

    There's as good fish into the sea,
    As ever hae been taken.
    I'll cast my line and I'll try again,
    For I'm only ainst forsaken.

    Chorus

    So I'll go doon to Strichen toon,
    Where I was bred and born in,
    And there I'll find another sweetheart,
    Will marry me in the mornin'

    Chorus "

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

    "The Muckin' o' Geordie's Byre" - Ewan MacColl

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7bd07ZwdKTg

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    "At a relic aul' croft upon the hill,
    Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill,
    Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill
    Lived Geordie MacIntyre.
    He had a wife a swir's himsel'
    An' a daughter as black's auld Nick himsel',
    There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

    Chorus:

    For the graim was tint, the besom was deen,
    The barra widna row its leen,
    An' siccan a soss it never was seen
    At the muckin' o Geordie's byre.
    For the daughter had to strae and neep
    The auld wife started to swipe the greep
    When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

    Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo
    She stood up ahint the coo
    The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew
    At the muckin' o' Geordies byre.
    For the aul' wife she was booin' doon
    The soo was kickit on the croon
    It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon
    Then ben through Geordie's byre.

    Chorus:

    The daughter cam thro the barn door
    An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar,
    To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
    For the boar he lap the midden dyke
    An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke.
    They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

    Chorus:

    O a hunder' years are passed an' mair
    Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare;
    The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.
    His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne-
    In case his memory we should tyne,
    Whistle this tune tae keep ye in min'
    At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre! "


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

    "My Ain Folk" - John McDermott

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5tKk6qseXI

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    "Far frae my hame I wander, but still my thoughts return
    To my ain folk ower yonder, in the shieling by the burn.
    I see the cosy ingle, and the mist abune the brae:
    And joy and sadness mingle, as I list some auld-warld lay.

    Chorus

    And it's oh! but I'm longing for my ain folk,
    Tho' they be but lowly, puir and plain folk:
    I am far beyond the sea, but my heart will ever be
    At home in dear auld Scotland, wi' my ain folk.
    O' their absent ane they're telling, the auld folk by the fire:
    And I mark the swift tears welling, as the ruddy flame leaps high'r.
    How the mither wad caress me, were I but by her side:
    Now she prays that Heav'n will bless me, tho' the stormy seas divide.

    Chorus "

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

    "My Bonnie Mary" - Sangsters

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cR-zsE71IX0

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    "Go fetch to me a pint o' wine,
    And fill it in a silver tassie;
    That I may drink, before I go,
    A service to my bonnie lassie.
    The boat rocks at the Pier o' Leith,
    Fu' loud the wind blaws frae the Ferry;
    The ship rides by the Berwick-law,
    And I maun leave my bonnie Mary.

    The trumpets sound, the banners fly,
    The glittering spears are ranked ready;
    The shouts o' war are heard afar,
    The battle closes deep and bloody.
    It's not the roar o' sea or shore,
    Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
    Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar -
    It's leaving thee, my bonnie Maryl "

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

    "My Heart's in the Highlands" - The Barra MacNeils

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ePdaa5o0Q9w

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    "Chorus:

    My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
    My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
    Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe -
    My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go!

    Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
    The birth-place of Valour, the country of worth!
    Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
    The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

    Chorus:

    Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
    Farewell to the straths and green vallies below.
    Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
    Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods!

    Chorus "

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

    "My Luve is Like a Red, Red Rose" - Karen Matheson

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJGaRb3WCT4

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    "O, my luve is like a red, red rose,
    That's newly sprung in June:
    O, my love is like the melodie,
    That's sweetly play'd in tune.

    As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
    So deep in luve am I
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    Till a' the seas gang dry.

    Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
    And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
    And I will luve thee still, my dear,
    While the sands o' life shall run.

    And fare thee weel, my only luve,
    And fare thee weel a while!
    And I will come again, my luve
    Tho' 'twere ten thousand mile!"

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

    "The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen" - The Alexander Brothers

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jhq5HpabEL4

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    "Chorus:

    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen are what I long to see;
    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen, that's where I long to be.
    I've been a wand'rer all of my life and many a sight I've seen.
    God speed the day when I'm on my way to my home in Aberdeen.

    When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad, my mother said to me,
    "Come see the Northern Lights my boy, they're bright as they can be."
    She called them the heavenly dancers, merry dancers in the sky,
    I'll never forget that wonderful sight, they made the heavens bright.

    Chorus:

    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen are what I long to see;
    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen, that's where I long to be.
    I've been a wand'rer all of my life and many a sight I've seen.
    God speed the day when I'm on my way to my home in Aberdeen.

    I've wandered in many far-off lands, and travelled many a mile,
    I've missed the folk I've cherished most, the joy of a friendly smile.
    It warms up the heart of the wand'rer the clasp of a welcoming hand.
    To greet me when I return, home to my native land.

    Chorus:

    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen are what I long to see;
    The Northern Lights of Aberdeen, that's where I long to be.
    I've been a wand'rer all of my life and many a sight I've seen.
    God speed the day when I'm on my way to my home in Aberdeen. "

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