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Nine Pint Coggie
03:39
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The Nine Pint Coggie- Trad. Arr. Back of the Moon
Spider's Legs- Gillian Frame
Findlay's Birthday Frock- Simon McKerrell
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2. |
Laddie's Bedside
03:11
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3. |
The Baron of Brackley
04:09
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The Baron of Brackley
Doon Deeside cam Inveray a-whistlin' an' playin'
An' he cam by Brackley's yetts ere the day was dawin'
"Oh are ye there, Brackley, and are ye within?
Oor shairp swords are at yer yetts, an' we'll gaur your bluid spin"
"Rise up, Betsy Gordon, an' gie me my gun
For though I gang oot, love, sure I'll never come in
Come kiss me, my Betsy, nor think I'm tae blame
For though I hae ae man, I'm sure they hae ten"
When Brackley was mounted and rade on his horse
A bonnier baron ne'er rade o'er a course
Twa gallanter Gordons did never swords draw
But against three and thirty, fa's me, whit is twa?
Wi' their dirks and their broadswords, they did him surroun'
And they killed bonny Brackley wi' mony's a woun'
Frae the heid o' the Dee tae the banks o' the Spey
The Gordons shall mourn him and ban Inveray
Oh cam ye by Brackley's yetts, an' cam ye by here?
An' saw ye his lady a-rivin' her hair?
Oh an' I cam by Brackley's yetts an' I cam by here
An' I saw his fair lady, she wis makin' guid cheer
She was rantin' an' dancin' an' singin' wi' joy
An' vowin' that verra nicht she would feast Inveray
Well, she's laughed wi' him, danced wi' him, welcomed him in
She was kind tae the murderer wha had slayed her guid man
Through hedges an' ditches ye canna be sure
But through the woods at Glentor ye can slip in an hour
An' it's up spak the babe sittin' on his mither's knee
Sayin', "Afore I'm a man, it's avenged I'll be"
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Thomas Andrew Takes the Train- Gillian Frame
Gillian Frame's - Simon McKerrell
Lauren McKowen's- Simon McKerrell
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Maybe I'll Be Married
03:52
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Maybe Ill be Married
Maybe I’ll be married
Maybe nane at a
Maybe I’ll be married
Tae the laird of Turnisha
CH Oh riggy doo, rig rig a daddie
Oh riggy doo, rig rig a day
Oh riggy doo, rig rig a daddie
Oh riggy doo, rig rig a day
Maybe I’ll be married
Maybe I’ll win hame
Maybe I’ll be married
Tae the lad I durna name
CH
He’s comin here and he will be here
He’s comin here for a that
Bonny lad that’ll marry me
And tak me frae ye a yet
CH
Maybe I’ll hae hose and shoon
When ye maun a gang barfit
And maybe I’ll gang neat and clean
When ye gang wet and drabbet
CH
There’s nane o ye been guid tae me
But I’ll reward ye a yet
Ye’ll maybe need a peck o meal
When I can gie ye twa yet
CH
There’s nane o ye been guid tae me
But I’ll reward ye a yet
Ye’ll maybe sit in ma cot neuk
When I sit in ma ha yet.
CH
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6. |
Mrs MacLean
04:20
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Mrs MacLean- Donald Morrison
The Goatherd and the Shepherd- Trad Arr Back of the Moon
Nameless (Patrick MacDonald Collection North Highland Reel #12)-Trad Arr Back of the Moon
Haste Ye Tae the Wedding- Trad Arr Back of the Moon
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Blackwatch
02:52
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Here’s Tae the Blackwatch
Chorus:
Here's tae the black watch, the bold kilted lads
That's newly cam hame frae the war
We'll gie them a healthy cheer an' drink a bump o' beer
For the boys o' the gallant forty-twa
Noo I am a sodger, my name, it's Willie Broon
An' I used tae be a weavin' lad an' lived in Maxwelltoon
But noo I am enlisted an' tae Perth I'm gane awa'
Tae join the gallant regiment, the gallant forty-twa
(Chorus)
The first time I went oot on drill wi' a lot o' raw recruits
The Sergeant Major chapped me for lookin' at my boots
He tapped me on the shoulder an' he said, "Jock, ye'll gang awa'
For ye're sure tae make an awfu' mess o' the gallant forty-twa"
An' when the bugle sounded for dinner time
I wis first man at the table, I wis first man in the line
The Sergeant cam tae call the roll, an officer an a'
An' he pointed oot the billie o' the gallant forty-twa
(Chorus)
An' when I gang on furlough, tae Dundee I will gang
An' I will teach my comrades how tae fire a gun
I'll tak them in an' stand a drink an' then I'll start tae blaw
An' then they'll see I'm Corporal in the gallant forty-twa
(Chorus)
Oh gie them a healthy cheer an' drink a bump o' beer
For the boys o' the gallant forty-twa
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Karma Rules
03:17
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Karma Rules- Tom Richardson
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Heilan Laddie
04:29
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Heilan Laddie
"An' whaur ye been a' the day
Bonnie laddie, Heilan laddie?
An' whaur ye been sae lang awa'
My bonnie Heilan laddie?"
"Well, I've been seekin' fortune's road
Bonnie lassie, Heilan lassie
An' there's money at the whalin', so I've been told
My bonnie Heilan lassie
Oh I sailed for the north on a Dundee whaler
Bonnie lassie, Heilan lassie
Well, I sailed for the north as a whalin' sailor
My bonnie Heilan lassie"
"But Greenland's shores are gray and cold
Bonnie laddie, Heilan laddie
There's plenty o' ice, but no' much gold
My bonnie Heilan laddie
An' when will you come back again
Bonnie laddie, Heilan laddie?
You an' a' the whalin' men
My bonnie Heilan laddie?"
"Well, I'll be glad when I get hame
Bonnie lassie, Heilan lassie
An' I'll gie up this whalin' game
My bonnie Heilan lassie"
"An' whaur ye been a' the day
Bonnie laddie, Heilan laddie?
An' whaur ye been sae lang awa'
My bonnie heilan laddie?"
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John McKechnie's
02:21
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John McKechnie's Favourite & John MacDonalds - Trad Arr. Back of the Moon
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11. |
Skye Air
03:38
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Patrick MacDonald 159- Trad Arr Gillian Frame and Findlay Napier
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12. |
Johnny Cope
04:24
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Johnny Cope
Cope sent a chaillenge frae Dunbar
Saying, "Charlie, meet me an' ye daur
An' I'll learn ye the airt o' war
If ye gang tae the coals in the morning"
When Charlie viewed the letter upon
He drew his sword his scabbard from
Sayin', "Gang wi' me, my merry men
And we'll meet Johnny Cope in the morning"
Chorus:
Hey, Johnny Cope, are ye a-waukin' yet?
Or are your drums a-beating yet?
Gin ye were waukin' I wad wait
Tae gang tae the coals in the morning
When Johnny Cope, he heard o' this
He thocht it wadna be amiss
Tae hae a horse in readiness
Tae flee frae the coals in the morning
Well, fie noo, Johnny, get up an' rin
The Heilan bagpipes mak' their din
Ye're best tae sleep in yer ain hale skin
It will be a bloody morning
When Johnny Cope tae Dunbar cam
They speired him, "Whaur's a' yer men?"
"The de'il confound me gin I ken
I left them a' in the morning"
Well, fie noo, Johnny, ye werena blate
Tae come wi' news o' yer ain defeat
And leave yer men in sic a strait
Sae early in the morning
Oh faith, quo' Johnny, I got sic flegs
Frae their claymores and their philabegs
If I face them again, de'il brak my legs
I'll bid ye's a' good morning
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Back of the Moon Glasgow, UK
Scottish folk quartet which featured Findlay Napier, Gillian Frame, Hamish Napier, Ali Hutton and Simon McKerrell. Best Up and Coming Band and Best Band and nominated twice for album of the year at Scots Trad Music Awards. Runner up BBC Radio 2 Young Folk Awards. Multiple tours of US, Canada, Europe and UK. Inspiration to many current top folk bands and artists. ... more
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