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Yarrow (a charm)
03:52
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I will pluck the smooth Yarrow
that my shape be more neat
That my lips may be warmer
and strawberry sweet
That my voice be more cheerful
and warm all around
As clear as the sunbeam
as it heats the cold ground
Or may I be an island
that floats on the sea
A hill on the land
that's what I could be
May I be a star
When the moon it wanes
May I be a staff
to the weak and the lame
With the power o the Yarrow
So strong will I be
I will wound every man
Ah but no man will wound me
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Quo Life, the warld is mine,
The flooers an trees, they're aa my ain,
I am the day an the sunshine,
Quo life the warld is mine.
Quo Daith, the warld is mine,
Yer lugs are deef, yer een are blin
Yer flooers maun dwine in ma bitter win
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Quo Life, the warld is mine,
I hae saft win's an healin rain
Aipples I hae an breid an wine
Quo life, the warld is mine.
Quo Daith, the warld is mine,
Whit sterts in dreid gangs doon in pain,
Bairns wantin breid are makin mane,
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Quo Life, the warld is mine,
Yer deidly wark, I ken it fine,
There's maet on earth for ilka wean,
Quo life, the warld is mine.
Quo Daith, the warld is mine,
Your silly sheaves crine in ma fire,
Ma worm keeks in yer barn an byre,
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Quo Life, the warld is mine,
Dule on yer een! Ae galliard hert
Can ban tae hell yer blackest airt
Quo Life, the warld is mine.
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Your rantin hert in duddies braw
He winna lows ma preeson waa,
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Quo Life, the warld is mine.
Though ye bigg preesons o marble stane
Hert's love ye canna preeson in,
Quo Life, the warld is mine.
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
I hae dug a grave an dug it deep
For war an the pest will gar ye sleep,
Quo Daith, the warld is mine.
Quo Life, the warld is mine.
An open grave is a furrow syne,
Ye’ll no keep my seed fae faain in,
Quo Life, the warld is mine.
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Fause, Fause
05:22
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Fause, fause hae ye bin tae me ma love
An aften ye've changed yer mind
An nou ye've lain yer love on some ither fair yin
A fear ye are nae mair mine
A've climbed intae a tree that wis ower high fir me
Seekin fruits whaur there wisna ony grow'n
A've drawn warm watter fae aneath cauld clay
An against the stream A wis row'n
Fause, fause hae ye bin tae me ma love
An aften ye've changed yer mind
An nou ye've lain yer love on some ither fair yin
A fear ye are nae mair mine
But A will climb intae a far higher tree
An herry the white snawflaucht's nest
An doun A will faa wi oot ony fear
Intae the airms that lo me best
Fause, fause hae ye bin tae me ma love
An aften ye've changed yer mind
An nou ye've lain yer love on some ither fair yin
I fear ye are nae mair mine
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She sat doon alow a thorn
Fine floors in the valley
An there she has her sweet babe borne
An the green leaves they grow rarely
Smile nae sae sweet, ma bonnie babe
Fine floors..
An ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile me deid
An the green ..
She's ta'en oot her little penknife
Fine floors..
An twinned the sweet babe o its life
An the green ..
She's howket a grave by the light o the moon
Fine floors..
An there she's buried her sweet babe in
An the green ..
As she was gaun tae the kirk
Fine floors..
She saw a bonnie bairn playin in the dirt
An the green ..
O bonnie bairn, an thou wert mine
Fine floors..
I wad cleeth thee in silk sae fine
An the green ..
O mither dear, when I was thine
Fine floors..
You didna prove tae me sae kind
An the green ..
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Dowie Dens o Yarrow (V1)
06:06
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There lived a lady in the North
Ye cuid scarcely fin her marrow
She wis coorted by nine noblemen
An a plooboy lad fae Yarrow
As he gaed owre yon high, high hill
An doon yon path sae narrow
It’s there he saw nine noblemen
Cam tae fecht wi him on Yarrow
Three he slew and three they flew
An three lay dyin wounded
When her fause brither John cam in ahint
An he’s pierced his body through
"Gae hame, gae hame ye fause young man
Gae tell yer sister sorrow:
Her true love John lies dead an gone
An a bluidy corpse on Yarrow"
As he gaed ower yon high, high hill
An doon yon path sae narrow
It’s there he spied his sister dear
She wis comin fast for Yarrow
"O brother dear I dreamt a dream
A dream o dule an sorrow
I dreamt that ye were spillin blood
On the dowie dens o Yarrow"
"Sister dear I’ll read yer dream
An I maun read it in tae sorrow
Yer true love John lies dead and gone
On the dowie dens o Yarrow"
The young maid’s hair wis three quarters lang
An the colour o it yella
She’s tied it roon his middle sma
An she’s brocht him hame tae Yarrow
"Dochter dear dry up yer tears
An dwell nae mair in sorrow
I’ll wed ye tae a better man
Than yer plooboy lad o Yarrow"
"Faither dear ye’ve seven sons
Ye can wed them a the morrow
But the fairest floor that ne’er did bloom
Wis ma plooboy lad o Yarrow"
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Capernaum
04:41
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If aa the blood shed at thy tron, Embro, Embro;
If aa the blood shed at thy tron were shed intae a river
T’wuid caa the mills o Bonnington, Embro, Embro
T’wuid caa the mills o Bonnington forever and forever.
If aa the tears that thou hast grat, Embro, Embro;
If aa the tears that thou hast grat were sped intae the sea
Whaur wuid ye find ane Ararat, Embro, Embro?
Whaur wuid ye find ane Ararat fae that fell flood tae flee?
If aa the psalms sung in thy kirks, Embro, Embro;
If aa the psalms sung in thy kirks were gaithert in the wynd
T’would shaw the taps o Roslin’s birks, Embro, Embro
T’would shaw the taps o Roslin’s birks till time was oot o mind.
If aa the broken herts o thee, Embro, Embro;
If aa the broken herts o thee were heapit in a howe
There wuid be neither land nor sea, Embro, Embro
There wuid be neither land nor sea, but yon reid brae an thou.
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Flooers o the Forest
05:27
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I’ve seen the smilin o Fortune beguilin
I’ve tasted her favours an felt her decay
Sweet is her blessin and kind her caressing
But soon it is fled - it is fled far awae
I’ve heard them liltin, at the ewe milkin
Lasses aa liltin afore break o day
But noo they are moanin on ilka green loanin
The flooers o the forest are aa wede awae
I’ve seen the mornin wi gold the hills adornin
The red storm a-roarin afore the pairtin day
I’ve seen Tweed’s siller streams, glittrin in the sunny beams
Turn drumly an dark as they roll’d on their way
Dule on the order, that sent them aa tae the Border
Faimlies at labour, maisters at play
The flooers o this forest, they focht aye the foremaist
The prime of aa Ettricke, are cauld in the clay
At hairst, at the shearin, nae youth now are jeerin
Bandsters are runkled an lyart or gray
At fair or at preachin nae wooin nae fleechin
The flooers o the forest are aa wede awae
O fickle fortune why this cruel sportin?
Why thus perplex us poor dochters o day?
Yer froons canna fear me, yer smiles canna cheer me,
The flooers o the forest are aa wede awae
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What A Voice (Blackbird)
04:20
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What a voice, what a voice, what a voice I hear
It is like the voice o Will, ma dear
But if I had wings like the swallow high
I would clasp in the airms o ma Billy boy
For when my apron it hung low
My true love he followed through frost and snow
And noo ma apron it is tae ma shins
He passes me by and he ne’er spears in
It is up unto yon white hoose brae
He caad a strange girlie to his knee
An he’s telt her a tale that he yince telt me
There is a blackbird sits on yon tree
Some says it is blind and it canna see
Some say it is blind and it canna see
An so is my true love tae me
O I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
I wish I was a maid again
But a maid again I will never be
Til an aipple it grows on an orange tree
I wish, I wish that my babe was born
An smilin on some nurses knee
An for my sel tae be dead an gone
An a long green grass growing ower me
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October Song
04:13
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I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it.
Beside the sea the brambly briars
In the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
and with them I'll be leaving.
The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In scarlet shadows lying.
When hunger calls my footsteps home,
morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine trees laugh green laughter.
I used to search for happiness,
I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that's the greatest treasure.
For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake them.
I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, "I must be goin,"
But just how long ago that was,
I have no way of knowing.
Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking.
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