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Love Let Me Hame
03:19
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Lyrics
Love, let me hame to my mother
Ma dear, let me hame to my mother
Love, let me hame tae my mother
I only came for the cattle.
It was only last night I was told it
That my love had gone tae the herding
That's when we met by the meadow
Love, let me hame as you found me.
There, where I clambered ower ridges
There, as I skipped past the dykes
That's where the bonnie lad met me,
Wi a smile that fair set ma hert dancin.
Tho ye were tae gie me a herd an' a flock
Tho ye were tae gie me reined horses
Though you were tae gie me a' that, and fine men
Love, let me hame as you found me.
My mother and faither will scold you
My clan and my friends will despise you
But my ain three brothers will kill you
If I don’t return as you found me
My mother has promised tae me a new gown
Stitched ower' wi' ribbons and roses
She's promised tae me a brand new plaid
If a come hame the way, that you found me
If a come hame the way, that you found me
If a come hame the way that you found me
If a come hame the way... that you found me.
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Lyrics
How often haunting the highest hilltops
I scan the ocean, a sail tae see
Will you come tonight love, will you come tomorrow
Will you ever come love, to comfort me?
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e
Oh fare thee well love, where e'er you be.
They call thee fickle, they call thee false one
And seek tae change me but all in vain
For you are art my dream, love
All through the dark night and every morning I scan the sea.
Fear a bhata no horo eil'e...
There's not a hamlet too well I ken it
Where you go wandering or stay a while
But all the old folks you win wi' talking
And charm its maidens with song and smile.
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e...
Do you remember the promise made me
The tartan plaidie, the silken gown
The ring of gold with your hair twined round it
That gown and ring I will never know.
Fhear a bhata no horo eil'e...
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Cam Ye O'er Frae France
01:41
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Lyrics
Cam ye o'er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca'd the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie's grace riding on a goosie?
Geordie he's a man there is little doubt o't
He's done a' he can, wha can do without it?
Down there came a blade linkin' like my lordie
He wad drive a trade at the loom o' Geordie.
Though the claith were bad, blythly may we niffer
Gin we get a wab, it makes little differ
We hae tint our plaid, bannet, belt and swordie
Ha's and mailins braid, but we hae a Geordie.
Jocky's gane to France and Montgomery's lady
There they'll learn to dance, Madam, are ye ready?
They'll be back belyve belted, brisk and lordly
Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi' Geordie.
Hey for Sandy Don, hey for Cockolorum
Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum
Mony a sword and lance swings at Highland hurdie
How they'll skip and dance o'er the bum o' Geordie.
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Black is the Colour
05:05
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Lyrics
Black is the color of my true love's hair;
His lips are like some roses fair;
He's got the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love, and well he knows.
I love the ground whereon he goes.
I wish the day, it soon would come;
When he and I could be as one.
For black is the color of my true love's hair;
His lips are like some roses fair ;
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon he stands.
I go to Clyde, and I mourn and weep;
For satisfied, I never can be.
And I write him a letter, just a few short lines;
And suffer death, a thousand times!
For black is the color of my true love's hair;
His lips are like red roses fair
He has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands,
And I love the ground whereon he stands.
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Bedlam Boys
03:08
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Lyrics
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand miles I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
I went down to Satan's kitchen
For to get me food one morning
And there I got souls piping hot
All on the spit a-turning
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
Me staff has murdered giants
And me bag a long knife carries
For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
With which to feed the fairies
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
This spirit's white as lightning
Would on me travels guide me
The moon would shake and the stars would quake
Whenever they espied me
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
And when that I have murdered
The man in the moon to a powder
His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
And there'll howl no demon louder
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
Ten thousand years I'd travel
Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
For to save her shoes from gravel
Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
Bedlam boys are bonnie,
For they all go bare and they live by the air
And they want no drink nor money.
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Ca' the Yowes
04:12
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Lyrics
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie
As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
An' ye sall be my dearie.
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,
Ye sall be my dearie.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie, ma dearie, ma dearie
Ma dear.........
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Lyrics
As I ga'ed doon by Fiddichside
On a May mornin'
I met Willie Macintosh
An 'oor before the dawnin'
"Turn again, turn again
Turn again I beg ye
If ye burn Auchindoun
Huntly he will heid ye"
"Heid me or hang me
It will never grieve me
I'll burn Auchindoun
Tho' the life 'ud leave me"
As I ga'ed doon by Fiddichside
On a May mornin'
Auchindoun was in a bleeze
An 'oor before the dawnin'
Crawin', crawin'
For a' yer crows crawin'
A've lost the best feather in ma wings
For a' ma crows crawin'
Crawin', crawin', crawin', crawin', crawin', crawin'
A've lost the best feather in ma wings...
For a' ma crows crawin'
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When I Was In My Prime
04:11
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Lyrics
When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man,
Come stole the heart of mine
Come stole the heart of mine.
The gardener standing by,
Three offers he made to me
The pink, the violet and red rose,
Which I refused all three
Which I refused all three.
The pink's no flower at all,
For it fades away to soon
And the violet is too pale a hue,
I think I'll wait 'til June
I think I'll wait 'til June.
In June the red rose blooms,
That's not the flower for me
I think I'll pull the red rose up
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.
And the willow tree shall weep,
And the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young man's arms
That stole the heart of mine
That stole the heart of mine.
If I'm spared for one year more,
And God should grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face.
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The Butcher Boy
02:31
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Lyrics
In Edinburgh Town where I did dwell
A butcher boy, I loved right well
He courted me my life away
But now at home he will not stay.
There is a place in some London town
Where my love goes and he sits him down
He takes a strange girl on his knee
And he tells her what he wouldn't tell me.
The reason is, I'll tell you why
Because she's got more gold than I.
But gold will melt and silver fly
And in time of need be as poor as I.
Oh make my grave large wide and deep
Put a marble stone at my head and feet
And over me put a snow-white dove
To tell the world that I died for love
To tell the world that I died for love.
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Little Bird
03:17
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Lyrics
Little bird, your heart was broken
Pain soaked in an cracked it open
Into tiny little pieces
Finding home in all the creases
Of loves lost music
Grief swoops down on silent feathers
Glistening tears on tattered wings
Settling on the brittle branches
Crackled notes of faded memories
Of once green songs
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Time To Shine Scotland, UK
"Time to Shine" are Mags Macfarlane (vocals & artwork), Dougie Mathieson (keyboards, bass & guitars), Steve Shields (flute,
whistle & bodhran) and John Keggie (drums & percussion).
Our music is primarily folk-based, featuring interpretations of traditional tunes, plus forays into jazz and world music.
See our Facebook page (www.facebook.com/DougAndMags/) for news of upcoming events.
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