1. |
Lumsden's Rant
03:18
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Cape Breton Song- Trad Arr. Back of the Moon
Rosa Burn- Gillian Frame
Lumsden's Rant- A MacDonald
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2. |
Glenlogie
06:08
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Glenlogie or Bonnie Jean o Bethelnie
There were nine and nine nobles rade through Banchory Fair
And bonny Glenlogie was the flooer o' a' there
There were nine and nine nobles sat at the king's dine
And bonny Glenlogie was the flooer o' twice nine
Doon cam Jeannie Gordon, she cam trippin' doon the stair
An' she's chosen Glenlogie oot o' a' that wis there
She ca'd on his footpage that ran by his side
Sayin', "Wha is this young man, and whaur dis he bide?"
He's styllt Glenlogie when he is at hame
An' he's o' the noble Gordons, Lord John is his name
Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye will prove kind
Oh my love is laid upon ye, noo I've tellt ye my mind
Oh the Gordon turned lightly, as the Gordons does a'
I thank ye, Jeannie Gordon, but I'm promised awa'
BREAK
She ca'd on her maidens tae mak her a bed
Wi' ribbons and napkins tae tie up her head
Oh lay me doon gently, pit my face tae the wa'
Tak the rings frae my fingers, my jewels and a'
But her faither's ain chaplin, bein' a man o' great skill
Weel, he's write a braid letter and indited it weel
Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye are at hame
Oh this lady's love's laid on ye, must she die in her prime?
BREAK
When Glenlogie got the letter, he was amang men
And it's oot spake Glenlogie, "What's this young woman mean?
Go saddle me the black horse, go saddle me the broon
Bonnie Jeannie o' Bethelnie will be deid 'ere I win"
Oh pale an' wan wis she as first he's gaed in
But reid and rosy grew she when she kent it wis him
Turn 'roon, Jeannie Gordon, turn tae yer richt side
For it's I'll be yer bridegroom, if ye'll be my bride
Noo Jeannie's got marriet, an' her tochers doon told
Bonnie Jean o' Bethelnie, scarce sixteen years old
Bethelnie, Bethelnie, ye shine whar ye stand
May the heather bells 'roon ye shine ower this land
Bethelnie, Bethelnie, ye shine whar ye stand
May the heather bells 'roon ye shine ower Fyvie's land
INTRO
| A | A | A |A |
QUIET SECTION: (harmonics bit)
| A | A | A | Esus4 | E |
| D | D\C# | E | Asus2 | Asus2 |
A SECTION (upbeat verse)
|A | E\G# | F#m7 | Esus4 | E |
| D | D\C# | E | Asus2 | Asus2 |
B SECTION (Normal verse)
| A | C#m7 | Dadd9 | Esus4 | E |
| D | D\C# | E | Asus2 | Asus2 |
C SECTION (Chorus)
| F#m | F#m | F#m | D | E |
| D | D\C# | E | Asus2 | Asus2 |
BREAK:
| Fm11 |D |Asus2 |E |
| Fm11 |D |Asus2 |E |
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3. |
Nine Stone Rig
03:34
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Nine Stone Rig
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in grey for god to pray and the mist clung to the hill
Oh gentle wind thats blowing south from where my love repairs
Convey a kiss from his dear mouth and tell me how he fairs
The word was carried back to me as if by Gods command
Your sweetheart was murdered yesterday by your brothers jealous hand
No living man I’ll love again since my darling went through deaths door
With one lock of his yellow hair I’ll chain my heart forever more
Oh mother dear please make my bed and lay me down in sorrow
My love he died for me last night I’ll die for him tomorrow
They shot him dead at the nine stone rig beside the headless cross
And they left him lying in his blood upon the moor and the moss
They buried him at midnight and the dew fell cold and still
And the women in grey for god to pray and the mist clung to the hill
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4. |
Eggs in the Kitcheen
04:52
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The Bombadier Beetle- Phil Cunningham
Angus Sutherland- C M Williamson
Eggs in the Kitcheen- Gillian Frame
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5. |
Ship in a Bottle
06:15
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SHIP IN A BOTTLE – Findlay Napier
We sat in his living room staring at the fire
And watched as the sparks leapt from the grate, and the flames rose higher
It was hard for me to tell him it was time for me to leave
He said, "I didn't go see the world, I thought that it would come to me"
Pointing to the mantelpiece, he said, "Take that if you wish"
A dirty whisky jar that contained a wooden ship
"Your grandfather drained that bottle, and I put it to good use
Now it ties me to my yesterdays, I'd be better off to lose"
Chorus:
No use fighting when the wind's against the tide
Ship your oars, stow your sails, just enjoy the ride of your life
Or throw yourself on the mercy of the sea
Whatever you do, son, don't waste your time like me
He built it back in '33, just a young boy at the time
Back when the matchstick masts appeared to tower above the Clyde
Leaving school, real ships he built carried men and goods afar
To America and India, and in the '40s, to the war
His country didn't want him as his mates fell through wartorn skies
The rest, they joined the convoys, still he was too young to die
Now he can't even find his glasses, his hands shake too much, he knows
To break the bottle for himself and to let the memories go
(Chorus)
Sitting on the mantelpiece, the bottle's gathered dust
While shipyards closed, their gates were locked, the chains begin to rust
He was tied down to his memories, forever in their debt
But I'll sail for clear blue waters and a life with no regrets
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6. |
Joey Beauty's
04:04
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Joey Beauty's- Hamish Napier
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7. |
HAWP!
04:16
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Martin Hunter's- Gillian Frame & Padraig O'Neill
The Bum Note- Gillian Frame & Padraig O'Neill
The Witches- Trad Arr Back of the Moon
Xosé Manuel Albino- Ross Ainslie
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8. |
The Mill Mill O
03:31
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The Mill Mill O
To the tune Mill of Ness
Arr. Robert Burns
As I cam in yon water side
And by yon shillin’ hill o
It’s there I spied a bonny young lass
A lass I loed richt weel o
The mill mill o and the kill kill o
And the coggin o peggy’s wheel o
The seck and the seeve a’ she did leave
An danced the millers reel o
I spiered at her gin she could play
But the lassie had nae skill o
An yet she was’na a’ tae blame
She pat it in my will o
Then she fell o’er an sae did I
An’ danced the millers reel o
When’er that bonny lassie comes again
She’ll hae her ma’t grund weel o
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9. |
Goodfellas
03:22
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The Abbey Reel- Trad Arr Back of the Moon
Tain in the Rain- Gordon Duncan
First Steps- Gillian Frame
Three Good Fellas Beyond the Glen- Trad Arr Back of the Moon
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10. |
The Brewer Lad
03:05
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The Brewer Lad
(trad arr. Back of the Moon)
In Perth there lived a bonnie lad, a brewer tae his trade o'
an' he has courted Peggie Roy, a young and hansome maid o'
CHORUS:
wi' a fall dall diddle um a die dum doo
wi' a fall dall diddle um a die doh
He's courted her for seven lang years a' for tae gain her favour
but there cam a lad oot a' Edinburgh toonwah' swore that he would have her
It's will ye gang alang wi' me an' will ye be ma' honey
It's will ye gang alang wi' me and leave your brewer laddie
O' a' will gang alang wi ye alang wi' ye I'll ride o'
I'll gang wi' ye to the ends o' the earth tho I'm spoke to the Brewer Lad o'
Well the brewer he cam hame at een, a speirin' for his honey
Her faither he made this reply she's no' been here since monday
o' wasna' that an uncoo' ploy wouldna onyone be offended
tae court a lad for seven lang years and leave him at the end o't
oh be it so and let her go, for it shall never greve me
i'm a lad that's free as you can see and a sma' thing will relieve me
there's as guid fish intae the sea, as ever yet was taken
I'll cast ma' net a try again although I am forsaken
She's rambled up she's rambled doon she's rambled through Kirkaldy
But mony's the time she rued the day she Jilt' her Brewer laddie
The brewer he set up in Perth and there he brews stang ale o'
he's courted wi anither lass and tae her tae himsel' o'
ye lovers a' where ere' ye be just let this be a warnin'
never slight your ane true love for fear you get a war' ane'
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11. |
The Final Trawl
04:41
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The Final Trawl (Arhcie Fisher arr Back of the Moon)
Now it's three long years since we made her pay
Sing haul away my laddie O
And the owners say that she's had her day
And sing haul away my laddie O
So heave away for the final trawl
Sing haul away my laddie O
It's an easy pull for the catch is small
And sing haul away my laddie O
Then stow your gear, lads, and batten down
Sing haul away my laddie O
I'll tak the wheel an' I'll turn her 'round
And sing haul away my laddie O
We'll join the Venture and the Morning Star
Sing haul away my laddie O
Riding high and empty towards the bar
And sing haul away my laddie O
For I'd rather beach her on the Skerry rock
Sing haul away my laddie O
Than to see her torched in the breaker's dock
And sing haul away my laddie O
And when I die you can stow me down
In her rusty hold where the breakers pound
Haul away
Haul away
I'll make the haven of the Fiddler's Green
Sing haul away my laddie O
Where the grub is good, and the bunks are clean
And sing haul away my laddie O
For I've fished a lifetime, boy and man
Sing haul away my laddie O
And the final trawl scarcely makes a cran
And sing haul away my laddie O
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12. |
Voodoo Chilli
04:18
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Robertson's- Hamish Napier
Voodoo Chilli- Ali Hutton
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