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Logie o' Buchan
04:25
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It’s Logie o’ Buchan, it’s Logie the laird,
They hae taen awa Jamie wha delved in the yaird
Fa played on the pipes an the fiddle saw sma
They hae taen awa Jamie, the flooer o them aa
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
But I’ll come and I’ll see you in spite o them aa.”
Sandy has owsen, has gear and has kye
A hoose and a hadden and siller forby,
Yet I’ll tak my ain lad wi his staff in he’s haun
Afore I’ll hae Sandy, his hooses and land
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
But I’ll come and I’ll see you in spite o them aa.”
My faither he’s sulky, my minny she’s soor
They frown upon Jamie because he is poor
Though I loe them as weel as a dochter might do
There no as sae dear tae me, Jamie as you
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
But I’ll come and I’ll see you in spite o them aa.”
I sit at my creepie and spin at my wheel
And I think on the dear lad who loved me sae weel
He had but a saxpence, he broke it in twa,
And he gied me the half o’t fan he gid awa.
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
But I’ll come and I’ll see you in spite o them aa.”
Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide naw awa,
Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide naw awa.
Fur simmer is comin, cauld winter's awa,
And ye'll come and ye'll see me in spite o them aa
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
But I’ll come and I’ll see you in spite o them aa.”
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
Sayin, “Think na lang lassie though I’ll gang awa’
Fur simmer is comin, cauld winter's awa,
And ye'll come and ye'll see me in spite o them aa
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Mary of Argyle
01:57
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I hae heard the mavis singing,
His love song tae the morn,
I hae seen the dew-drop clingin
Tae the rose jist newly born;
But a sweeter song has cheered me
At the evening's gentle close,
And I’ve seen an eye still brighter
Than the dew-drop on the rose.
'Twas thy voice, my gentle Mary
And thy artless winning smile,
That has made this world an Eden,
Bonnie Mary of Argyle
Tho thy smile may lose its sweetness
And thine eye its brightness too,
Tho thy step may lack its fleetness
And thine hair its sunny hue ;
Still tae me will thou be dearer
Than all the world shall own ;
I hae loved thee for thy beauty
But not for that alone:
I hae watched thy hairt dear Mary
And its goodness was the wile,
That has made thee mine for ever
Bonnie Mary of Argyle
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Billy Taylor
03:03
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Billy Taylor was a sailor, he was courtin' a fair lady
Instead o Billy gettin' married, he was pressed and forced tae sea
But his bride soon followed after under the name of Richard Carr
Snaw-white fingers, long and slender, covered ower wi' pitch and tar
She's dressed hersel in sailor's clothing, oh but she was a bonnie young man
Away she sailed upon the ocean, all aboard the Mary Anne
A storm blew up upon the water, she bein' there amang the rest
The win’ blew off her silver buttons and there appeared her snow-white breast
"Well, now," said the captain, "My dear lady, what misfortune brought you here?"
"Oh I come in search o my true lover who you have pressed the other year"
"Well," said the captain, "My dear lady, tell tae me this young man's name"
"Some folk call him Billy Taylor, William Taylor is his name"
"Well," said the captain, "My dear lady, tell tae me this young man's name"
"Some folk call him Billy Taylor, William Taylor is his name"
"Well, if Billy Taylor's your dear lover, then he has proved tae you untrue
He's got married tae another and left you here alone tae rue
But if ye rise up early in the mornin', early at the break of day
There you'll spy young William Taylor, walkin' wi' his lady gay"
She rose early up the next mornin', early at the break of day
There she spied young William Taylor walkin' with his lady gay
Gun and pistol she commanded, gun and pistol by her side
And there she shot young William Taylor walkin' with his new-made bride
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Ae Fond Kiss
04:03
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Ae fond kiss and then we sever
Ae fareweel, alas for ever
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee
Who shall say that fortune grieves him
While the star of hope she leaves him
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me
Dark despair around benights me
I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy
Nothing can resist my Nancy
For to see her was to love her
Love but her, and love for ever
Had we never loved sae kindly
Had we never loved sae blindly
Nor never met, nor never parted
We would never have been so broken-hearted
Fare thee weel, my first and fairest
Fare thee weel, my best and dearest
Thine be like joy and treasure…
Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure
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Iona Fyfe Scotland, UK
Aberdeenshire folksinger, Iona Fyfe, has become one of Scotland’s finest young folk singers, rooted in the singing
traditions of the North East of Scotland. The first ever singer to win the coveted title of Musician of the Year at the MG ALBA Scots Trad Music Awards 2021, Iona has been described as “one of the best Scotland has to offer.” (Global-Music.de)
www.ionafyfe.com
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