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We were Soldiers-Sgt.MacKenzie =====READ THIS FIRST===== The following is an excerpt from The Things They Carried by Tim O' Brien.... "How do you generalize? War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead. The truths are contradictory. It can be argued, for instance, that war is grotesque. But in truth war is also beauty. For all its horror, you can't help but gape at the awful majesty of combat. You stare out at tracer rounds unwinding through the dark like brilliant red ribbons. You crouch in ambush as a cool, impassive moon rises over the nighttime paddies. You admire the fluid symmetries of troops on the move, the great sheets of metal-fire streaming down from a gunship, the illumination rounds, the white phosphorus, the purply orange glow of napalm, the rocket's red glare. It's not pretty, exactly. It's astonishing. It fills the eye. It commands you. You hate it, yes, but your eyes do not. Like a killer forest fire, like cancer under a microscope, any battle or bombing raid or artillery barrage has the aesthetic purity of absolute moral indifference - a powerful, implacable beauty - and a true war story will tell the truth about this, though the truth is ugly. To generalize about war is like generalizing about peace. Almost everything is true. Almost nothing is true. Though ...

Celtic Bagpipe Music - Sgt. Mackenzie ---LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION--- A single bagpipe/vocal piece named "Sgt. Mackenzie" which is from the We Were Soldiers soundtrack. This is a very sad song, just kinda forces you to think about our Veterans. One of my absolute favourite musical pieces. All of this accompanied by the beauty of Scotland. Please Enjoy, like I had enjoyed making this ORIGINAL SCOTTISH VERSION Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun ENGLISH TRANSLATION Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid Thoughts of home take away my fear Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears Once a year say a prayer for me Close your eyes and remember me Never more shall I see the sun For I fell to a Germans gun Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone ...

Donald Wheres Your Troosers?- Andy Stewart! Funny Scottish Song! Please subscribe to One of my favourite songs of all time. Enjoy this homemade video. A really funny song. LYRICS I've just come down from the Isle of Skye, I'm no very big and I'm awful shy, And the lassies shout when I go by, "Donald where's your troosers!" Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low, Through the streets in my kilt I'll go, All the lassies shout hello! Donald where's your troosers! A Lassie took me to a ball And it was slippery in the hall And I was feart that I would fall Fur I hadnae on ma' troosers! Chorus I went down to London Town And I had some fun in the underground The ladies turned their heads around Saying "Donald where's your troosers!" Chorus To wear the kilt is my delight It isna wrong, I know its right The islanders would get a fright If they saw me in the troosers! Chorus They'd like to wed me everywan Just let them catch me if they can You cannae tak' the breeks aff a Hielan' man And I don't wear the troosers Chorus... Janie :D

Battle of Ia Drang The first major battle of the Vietnam War and a test of the concept of airborne assault using the new Huey UH-1 helicopter. Led by Lt-Gen Hal Moore the 7th Air Cavalry set down in LZ X-Ray with the intent to engage the enemy, they were immediately surrounded by 3 enemy battalions. They fought against these almost overwhelming odds for 3 days before claiming victory. Track 1 - Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love Track 2 - Joseph Kilna MacKenzie - SGT. MacKenzie ENGLISH Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid Thoughts of home take away my fear Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears Once a year say a prayer for me Close your eyes and remember me Never more shall I see the sun For I fell to a Germans gun SCOTTISH Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun

'Songs Of The Fishing' 02 Whaur Will We Gang Cilla Fisher - Songs Of The Fishing Transfer from 1983 Kettle Records LP

Nae mince in Moray The desperate plight of a Moray man who, unable to locate a sufficient quantity of minced beef for his evening meal, finally loses the plot and takes vengeance with his frenzied rap. Lyrics: Six in the morn, oot ma baed Cup o' haet caffee, git the paper raed Rake in the tinnie fur a wee jam scone Nihing bit crumbs, fit the hell's gin oan? Pinsion day, hoose is dry Mebbe gae tae Murdoch's fur a wee staek pie Up the street, weel fa did a see? Doad an' Wully in the Raed Beestee. Quater tae six, Ah'd better go She'll wunner far ah am, be up tae high doe A winner oan ma coupon'll calm hings doon Itherwise, ah'll be a henpeckit loon! Came in aboot, nae smell, nae pan Naeb'dy aroon', fuar'n the hell hiv thae gang? "Far hiv YOU been?" she girns at me "Nivir mind that, fuar'n the hell's ma tea? Fuar's ma mince? Fuar's ma mince? Haed a wee drap Windsday an' ah've haed nane since. Plinty o' tatty, big green laef Ah get a big moan but nae buggerin' baef!!! Ah'm oot in a sweat an' ah'm panickin' noo On the sirch fur a bliddy big coo Rummel aboot, high and lo Nihing fur it, awa tae Tesco Hoof doon the wid, nip in the air Only wunted ma maet, didna wunt ony mair Hands in ma poackets and sna oan the grun Slipped oan the path, a' ah cud dee wis run! Weel, ah plummeted doon at an affa speed Christ A'michty ah thocht ah wis deid! Jist hung oan an staedied the ship Jeesus min, ah fair swung ma hips! Goat tae Tesco, jist in time Nae cloased yit bit that suits me fine Bit ...

The Muckin'O'Geordie's Byre Scottish Jig played on my Kerry Songbird in the key of D, the words to the song follow: At a relic aul'croft upon the hill, Roon the neuk frae Sprottie's mill, Tryin' a' his life tae jine the kill Lived Geordie MacIntyre He had a wife a swir's himsel' An' a daughter as black's Auld Nick himsel', There wis some fun-haud awa' the smell At The muckin' o' Geordie's byre. cho: For the graim was tint, the besom was deen, The barra widna row its leen, An' siccan a soss it never was seen At the muckin' o Geordie's byre For the daughter had to strae and neep The auld wife started to swipe the greep When Geordie fell sklite on a rotten neep At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre, Ben the greep cam' Geordie's soo She stood up ahint the coo The coo kickit oot an' o whit a stew At the muckin' o' Geordies byre. For the aul' wife she was booin'doon The soo was kickit on the croon It shoved her heid in the wifie's goon Then ben through Georide's byre. The daughter cam thro the barn door An' seein' her mother let ooot a roar, To the midden she ran an' fel ower the boar At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre, For the boar he lap the midden dyke An' ower the riggs wi' Geordie's tyke. They baith ran intill a bumbee's byke At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre, O a hunder' years are passed an' mair Whaur Sprottie's wis, the hill is bare; The croft's awa' sae ye'll see nae mair At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre His folks a' deid an' awa' lang syne- In case his memory we should tyne, Whistle this tune tae keep ...

Oor Weary Way Hame ( original ) Anither self penned song , and anither " one take blunder " , fu` o` mistakes , the sudden end is me getting ready to hurl the guitar through the windae :) Just a song aboot my home town before I was born, made up from stories I heard at home and aroond aboot, plus poetic license of coorse. Please note the line should read " Hame tae the soup kitchens , not hame fae the soup kitchens " . This will be done better later ..... ahem..... sorry for the haste but I had left the chip pan on... :) Recorded quickly on the PC. The fog it lies thick on the Clackmannan shore boys the froast it glistens on the Craigrie brae an the street lights they twinkle aw doon Port street as we wearily wend oor weary way hame --------------------------------------------- Some of us ploo`d an some o` us harried some howked the coal and some spun the wool an aw o` us answered the call o` the country as we wearily wend oor weary way hame fae Duke street ,the Pottrie, Kirk wynd and Main street the Square and the Green , Cattle market tae balaclava`s and bayonets and rifles tae cairry as we wearily wend oor weary way hame Hame tae soup kitchens, the strike and the puirs hoose hame fae the slaughter the bombs and the fae`n whaur guid men and bad men jist blurred intae shada`s as we wearliy wend oor weary way hame repeat first verse.

Andy Stewart 'Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre' Andy Stewart 'Muckin' O' Geordie's Byre' Noo when I want taw lauchin' I think on the scene When a'body roub' aboot cam; ower tae clean, And clairted themsel's richt up taw the e'en At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Wi Robbie the Rochie and Willie the Doo, The auld wife hersel' an' ***y McCrew; And a'body else the left aff the pleugh For the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Noo the bobby cam' roun' tae quell doon the soun' The cratur got lost whaur the rucks hae their foun' He feel in the midden and was like taw droon At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. The weicht o' him syne sent the barrow in bits, The wheel cairred on and the auld wife it hits; Losh! ye should hae seen how she did the splits At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh the whisky gaed roun' Tammy flein' the doo' And aye as they drank, the mair they got fou' The only anes sober, the calf an' the coo At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Tammy roared oot "Ring the bell noo for mair" Syne tuggit the coo's tail, and pu'd oot a hair; When she kickit oot he gaed up in the air At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

Jock tells ye in sang aboot "Mormound Braes" ain auld scots sang As I gaed doun by Strichen toun, I heard a fair maid mournin', And she was makin' sair complaint For her true love ne'er returnin' . Chorus: Sae fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes, Where aft-times I've been cheery; Fare ye weel, ye Mormond Braes, For it's there I've lost my dearie. There's as guid fish intae the sea As ever yet was taken, So I'll cast my line and try again For I'm only aince forsaken. There's monie a horse has snappert an' fa'n An' risen again fu' rarely, There's monie a lass has lost her lad An' gotten anither richt early. Sae I'll put on my goun o' green, It's a forsaken token, An' that will let the young lads ken That the bonds o' love are broken. Sae I'll gyang back tae Strichen toun, Whaur I wis bred an' born, An' there I'll get anither sweetheart, Will marry me the morn.

Halo 3 Remember the Chief This video was to pay homage to the Chief. Also it was to express an idea I had after watching a few other videos. I spent about 24 hours collecting music and video and used about 50% of it. I used Windows Movie Maker to edit everything and even learned a few tricks for it. I had a few other ideas that maybe could have made the video 20 mins, but maybe I'll save that for a part 2 or something. Anyway please enjoy it, I hope my 24 hours pays off and it's worth watching. Again enjoy, and by all means... Believe... Credit to Bungie, Neil Blomkamp, and Peter Jackson for such an amazing game and set of films/commercials. Download: The song I used is Sgt. McKenzie. It sounded like the "For Us All John 117 Theme" by Big Science Music. Link provided: Sgt McKenzie Lyrics: Original Scottish Version Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun

909. The Braes of Killiecrankie (Traditional Scottish) The Battle of Killiecrankie was fought in 1689, and won by the Jacobites, but the charismatic Graham of Claverhouse (Bonnie Dundee) was killed, thus leading to their ultimate defeat. This is one of four songs by the same name, and is told from the other side's point of view. The melody is a much older pipe tune, not an easy one to sing. It was collected by James Hogg in "Jacobite Reliques" in 1819, a collection of battle songs, under the name, "Killiecrankie." He may have actually written part of the song. It is also likely that Robert Burns had a hand in writing some of the verses. The best known recording is by The Corries. This song was requested by theroachksu. Lyrics: Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-O? Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad? Cam' ye by Killiecrankie-O? ...An' ye had been whaur I hae been ...Ye wadna been sae cantie-O ...An' ye had seen what I hae seen ...On the braes o' Killiecrankie-O. I faught at land, I faught at sea At hame I faught my auntie-O But I met the devil and Dundee On the braes o' Killiecrankie-O. The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr The Clavers gat a clankie-O Or I had fed an Athol gled On the braes o' Killiecrankie-O. O fie, MacKay, what gart ye lie I' the brush ayont the brankie-O Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's loof Than come tae Killiecrankie-O It's nae shame, it's nae shame It's nae shame tae shank ye-O There's sour slaes on Athol Braes And de'ils at Killicrankie-O. Notes: braw - fine brankie - a spruce tree ...

James Grant - 'Song' On the album 'I Shot the Albatross' (2002), Scottish musician and songwriter, James Grant, put original music to a selection of great 20th century poetry. Here, James sings William Soutar's 'Song' to a backdrop of First World War photos taken from Flickr's 'Commons' archive. www.james- /commons Music © 2002 James Grant Words William Soutar Video © 2010 Paul Fegan Whaur yon broken brig hings owre, Whaur yon water maks nae soun, Babylon blaws by in stour: Gang doun wi a sang, gang doun. Deep owre deep; for onie drouth, Wan eneuch an ye wud droun, Saut, or seelfu, for the mouth: Gang doun wi a sang, gang doun. Babylon blaws by in stour Whaur yon water maks nae soun: Darkness is your only door; Gang doun wi a sang, gang doun.

Old Blind Dogs -- Jean O' Bethelnie(Glenlogie) Howdy, folks. Another terrific song here from Old Blind Dogs. This album was recorded when Ian F. Benzie was the vocalist, and I tell ya, I love Ian Benzie, and his lyrical style, but dear god is it hard to understand his lyrics. Phew.. I'd never be able to learn the song from just listening. Good thing I found the lyrics. This song comes from their album "Close to the Bone." Enjoy! --Lyrics-- There were four and twenty nobles fasted at the king's ha' And bonnie Glenlogie was the flo'er o' them a' There were nine and nine nobles rade thro' Banchory fair Aye, bonnie Glenlogie was the flo'er o' them there There were six and six maidens fasted at the king's ha' Bonnie Jean o' Bethelnie was the flo'er o' them a' Doon cam' Jeannie Gordon, she cam' trippin' doon the stair She's chosen Glenlogie o' a' that was there "Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye'll prove sae kind My love is laid upon you, I've tell'd ye my mind" He's turnin' 'roon lightly as the Gordons does a' "I'm sorry, Jeannie Gordon, I'm promised awa'" So he's ca'ed tae her maidens for tae make her a bed Aye wi' ribbons an' wi' napkins tae tie up her heid An' it's up an' spak' her faither, well a wae man wis he "I'll wad ye tae Dunfermline, he's mair gowd than he" "Ye haud your tongue, faither, for this winna be Gin I get me Glenlogie, for him will I dee" Her faither's ain chaplain, he's a man o' great skill He's write a braid letter, and indited him weel Saying, "A pox on ye, Logie, noo sin' it is so There's a lady's love ...

We were Soldiers Sgt.MacKenzie Scottish: Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun English- Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid Thoughts of home take away my fear Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears Once a year say a prayer for me Close your eyes and remember me Never more shall I see the sun For I fell to a German's gun Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Where before many more have gone

Joseph Kilna MacKenzie - Sgt.MacKenzie movie: Saving Private Ryan Song: Sgt.MacKenzie Scottish- Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun English- Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone When they come I will stand my ground Stand my ground I'll not be afraid Thoughts of home take away my fear Sweat and blood hide my veil of tears Once a year say a prayer for me Close your eyes and remember me Never more shall I see the sun For I fell to a German's gun Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Lay me down in the cold cold ground Where before many more have gone Where before many more have gone

Twa Corbies Billy Moone and his Pirate Family singing Twa Corbies. This song is sung in Old Scots (or possibly Middle English). Its age is unknown -- most believe it dates to the 1500's. Many thanks to Elder Allen and Elder Hilton. They add so much to the performance! I'm pleased to count them among my crew. Translation: As I was walkin' all alane, I haerd twa corbies makin' mane. [As I was walking all alone, I heard two carrion-crows (or ravens) crying loudly.] Th't ane untae 'tither did say-o, "Whar sall we gang an' dine th'day?" [One of them, unto the other did say-o, "Where shall we go and dine today?" (In other words, what are we going to eat for breakfast?") "It's in ahint yon auld fell dyke, I wot thur lyes a new-slain knight." ["It's behind that distant grassy hill (just at the edge off sight), I know (because I learned it from someone else) there lies a freshly-killed knight"] "Naebody kens tha' he lyes thur-o, but his hawk, his hoond, and his lady-faire." ["Nobody knows (because they cannot see him) that he lies there-o, except his hawk, his dog, and his refined (beautiful, gentle) lady."] "His hawk is tae the huntin' gane, his hoond tae fetch the wild-fowl hame." "His lady's ta'en anither mate-o, sae we mah hae our denner swaet!" "Sae ye'll set on his white house-bane an' I'll pyke out his bonny-blue eyen." "An' mony-a-lock o' his gauden-hair-o sall theek our nest when it grows baer." "Thur's mony-an-ane ower him maks mane!" "But nane sall ken whaur he has gane!" "An' ower ...

'Songs Of The Fishing' 04 Eyemouth Disaster Cilla Fisher - Songs Of The Fishing Transfer from 1983 Kettle Records LP

The Deid Mans Hole (original poem ) A Wee poem aboot a pool on the Black Devon at Clackmannan , always had the name " The deid man`s hole " and I have never got to the real reason it is called so. The tale was always " a man drooned in there , so watch yersell " , but we fished there often , mind you it wis always cauld even on a summers day................should be song when I get the tune right. The deid man`s hole is cauld and deep its dripping wa`s are smooth an steep faen leaves spin withoot a peep fur fear that he micht yit waken No even the blazin midday sun nor the Cherrytons scorchin fires can tak the chill fae aff his bones , nor dirge fae aff his choir But if ye dare tae scrammle doon tae whaur the burn is sunk in gloom ye micht jist catch the dippers flight or the lichtenin flash o` the mennins fright Whaur cushie`s clap and mavis sing an big troot breenge while the wee yins spring an paint his pool wi silver rings through the green wids shade and sparkle

We Were Soldiers - Into the Fire Movie: We were soldiers (2002) Song: (1) Sabaton - Into the Fire: Sent from home overseas and into the unknown barely landed in the jungle sent on first patrol Sundown darkness falls dig in for the night ambushed in the dawn they came the jungle's alive I feel my fire starts to burn the heat controlling my mind berserk a savage running wild within me the beast starts to roar Now I'm ready to strike a creature of the night Into the fire a flame of napalm strike Sarge's down I'm in charge VC's everywhere overrun yet order airstrike condemned us all to burn, Napalm from above burning friend and foe chaos on the battlefield the jungle's on fire This place it's driving me insane napalm it's burning us all this fight no man will live to tell within me my blood starts to boil From above the airstrike came and it burned the world below napalm falling from the sky and it leaves no man alive I feel my fire starts to burn the heat controlling my mind napalm it's burning us alive within me the beasts final roar Song 2: Joseph Kilna McKenzie - Sgt. McKenzie Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon Staun ma groon al nae be afraid Thoughts awe hame tak awa ma fear Sweat an bluid hide ma veil awe tears Ains a year say a prayer faur me Close yir een an remember me Nair mair shall a see the sun For a fell tae a Germans gun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon ...

Matt McGinn - Ballad of John MacLean Tell me whaur ye're gaun, lad, An who ye're gaun tae meet A'm headed for the station That's in Buchanan Street, A'll join 200000 That's there tae meet the train That's bringing back tae Glesca Our ain dear John MacLean Dominie, Dominie There was nane like John MacLean, The fightin Dominie Tell me whaur he's been, lad, An why has he been there? They've had him in the prison For preachin in the Square, For Johnny held a finger up Tae aa the ills he saw, He was right side o the people, But the wrang side o the law Johnny was a teacher In one o Glasgow's schools The golden law was silence But Johnny broke the rules, For a world o social justice Young Johnny couldnae wait, He took his chalk an easel Tae the men at the shipyard gate The leaders o the nation Made money hand ower fist By grindin doun the people By the fiddle an the twist, Aided an abetted By the preacher an the Press John caad for revolution An he caad for nothin less The bosses an the judges United as one man For Johnny was a danger Tae their '14-'18 plan, They wanted men for slaughter In the fields o Armentiers, John caad upon the people Tae smash the profiteers They brought him to the courtroom In Edinburgh toun, But still he didnae cower, He firmly held his ground, An stoutly he defended His every word an deed, Five years it was his sentence In the jail at Peterheid Seven months he lingered In prison misery Till the people rose in fury, In Glesca an Dundee, Lloyd George an aa his cronies Were shaken tae the ...

On the broo o` the hill ( original song ) Original draft of this song aboot Youth , middle age eh !!! " the breezes blaw ma cares awa on the furra`d broo o` the hill " , dreamy chords remind me of childhood summers. Check the frozen linn mill falls , taken in 1979 I think. Song need done again of course. Recorded quickly on the PC. Lyrics As the bairn pu`s his faces ahint the auld yins back the standing stane lies tumbled across the ancient track I pu`d the roots o` the doakin whaur the white maggots hide an dangled it ower the bankin doon whaur the freckled troot bide And the breezes blaw ma cares awa on the furrowed broo o` the hill see me there as a laddie see me standing sae still yella hammers flitter ower the yella gorse spikes the paitrick springs fae the bracken anither stane fa`s fae the dyke the sparra`s roan pipe whispers a craw on the lum lends an ear the world o` the bairn is a sixpence wealth tae the auld yin`sa tear And the breezes blaw ma cares awa on the furrowed broo o` the hill see me there as a laddie see me standing there still

Fae Clackmannan tae Kincardine ( original song ) A Song of leaving, leaving yer hame toon, leaving a relationship, or just leaving to arrive , stood on the end of a bridge with a heavy heart. Clackmannan tae Kincardine , a journey I have made many times when I went off hitching away from hame, off tae find the world. Happy and sad times. like aw body`s life. My friend Peter Drysdale kindly put the video together for me, we might dae anither yin later, at the end is the flattening of Kincardine`s high flats, filmed by my son John, earlier in the summer. Lyrics. ---------------- I made my way along Castle st just as the rain came doon headed fur the bluebird bus tae auld Kincardine toon passed by the empty summer seat whaur bairns kicked a baw saw Greys bus leave on a mystery toor as the rain turn tae snaw Wha`ed throw their days away whaed tim their precious time whaed let their life gan sway puir lovers that cross ower the line ----------------------------------------------- half mile tae Kennets row am dreamin o` Norval`s brae chasin mooses amang the corn aw through the summers day the brickworks road I`ll walk nae mair nor guddle the devon troot sweet brummles hing in spiky dens like the trap I`Il ner git oot Wha`ed throw their days away whaed tim their precious time whaed let their life gan sway puir lovers that cross ower the line ------------------------------------------ Kilbagie mill wi its steamin lums and the Garlets wooded shells full fleetin dreams wi childish things and bird songs I knew sae well Standin by ...

Lord Gordon's Kitchen Boy Rod Paterson (child 252) Lord Gordon's Kitchen Boy Rod Paterson Up To Date Child Ballad #252 This Ballad is also known as The Kitchie-Boy, Bonny Foot-Boy, or Earl Richard's Daughter. The classic story of girl meets boy, falls in love and is afraid her father won't approve. In this case, she's afraid her father will kill him. She uses her dowry to have the Kitchen Boy a fine ship built and suited up in fine clothing. He sails away with a love token from her on his finger. When he comes back her father thinks that the Kitchen Boy is a squire and a suitable match for his daughter. In some versions, as in this song, the Kitchen Boy first puts on a mask and test the girl's love for him. In other versions after the pair are married the daughter tells her father the truth. The father does not and approves of her skillful cunning. Lord Gordon had but ae daughter A maid o birth and fame She lo'ed her faither's kitchen-boy The greater was her shame She could neer her true-love see Nor with him could she talk In fields where she was wont to go Nor towns whaur she did walk But it fell oot upon a day Lord Gordon being from hame She's called upon the kitchen boy It's Willie was his name Come sit ye doon by me - she says Come sit ye doon by me There is nae lord in a' the north That I can love like thee But the master-cook will on me call And he must answered be If they find me in your bower The warst will go with thee Oh, have no fear, my Willie dear There's gowd and white monie We'll build to you a bonnie ship ...

Doon the Devon ( original song ) A wee ditty aboot the River Black Devon in Clackmannan , (or Littul Devon as it was known in the olden days ) when we were bairns, back in the late 50`s -60`s , the Black Devon was oor ain river. or burn , and held many wonders and adventures , fae the Forth`s Clackmannan shore tae the rain aff the Cleish hills , crossed by Picts ,Celts , Romans , Scots , English and Alloa folk ;) Best days o` oor lives , escaping tae the past. Lyrics -------------------- Doon The Devon ------------------------- The Goudney burn is fu o` eels and ile the Mull dam troot ye widnae fry nor bile the watery took and water rat glide silent through the shady flats On the devon doon the devon fur a while A big troot sooks doon a dozy mayflee flicks its tail back tae the roots o` the tree the bankings are Alder and dugs porridge fur miles a scented wild rose brings the bees wi` a smile tae the devon the black devon fur a while passed the dookin hole fu wi splashin bairns some greetin some laughin fur the morn no carin Neath the rid brig rid breasties spring in pools and dart roond the stanes flashin like jewels On the devon doon the devon fur a while up the burn we`ll go tae the Viaduct brig kent every stane every troot wee an big and whaur the linties and shelfies aye bedded doon their wee houses sae soft at the blackthorns croon On the devon the black devon fur a while the lady wids spires brought shelter and shade wi its carpets of pine we rested and played yince Indians and cowboys then ...

Minorie Ewan MacColl (child 10) Minorie Ewan MacColl The Real MacColl Child Ballad #10 Commonly known as the Twa Sisters or the Cruel Sister. Francis Child collected 25 various versions of this song and there are even more versions in other languages. From Wikipedia "Two sisters go down by a body of water, sometimes a river and sometimes the sea. The older one pushes the younger in and refuses to pull her out again; generally the lyrics explicitly state her intent to drown her younger sister. Her motive, when included in the lyrics, is ***ual jealousy — in some variants, the sisters are being two-timed by a suitor; in others, the elder sister's affections are not encouraged by the young man. In a few versions, a third sister is mentioned, but plays no significant role in events. In most versions, the older sister is described as dark, while the younger sister is fair. When the murdered girl's body floats ashore, someone makes a musical instrument out of it, generally a harp or a fiddle, with a frame of bone and the girl's "long yellow hair" (or "golden hair") for strings. The instrument then plays itself and sings about the murder. In some versions, this occurs after the musician has taken it to the family's household, so that the elder sister is publicly revealed (sometimes at her wedding to the murdered girl's suitor) as the murderess. It should be noted that the variant titled The Two Sisters typically omits the haunted instrument entirely, ending instead with an unrelated person (often a miller ...

The Wee Rid Motor The Wee Rid Motor Sandy Thomas Ross In my wee rid motor, I can gang for miles, Up and doon the gairden, Through the lobby whiles. Mony a bigger motor Gangs tae toons afaur. Nane can gang whaur I gang In my wee rid caur.

WORLD MOST PEACEFUL SONG ! SOLDIERS SONG ! Lay Me Doon Srgt. McKenzie ( We Were Soldiers ) SCOTLAND ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ Lyrics ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓ SCOTTISH Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun Lay me doon in the caul caul groon Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun When they come a wull staun ma groon...

Karine Polwart Trio@Otley Black Sheep Folk Festival2007 1.Whaur Dae Ye Lie

Rise Up Singing: Comin' Thro' the Rye By Robert Burns By Robbie Burns Rise Up Singing chapter: Love, p.122 DA - D / DA - D / DADG / DA DA AD Gin a body meet a body Comin' thro' the rye Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry? Ilka lassie has her laddie Nane, they say, hae I Yet a' the lads they smile at me When comin' thro' the rye Gin a body meet a body Comin' frae the town Gin a body kiss a body Need a body frown? Amang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e myself But what his name or whaur his hame I dinna care to tell Other lyrics (with the "Jenny's a' wet" chorus): 1. O, Jenny's a' weet, poor body, Jenny's seldom dry: She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin thro' the rye! Chorus: Comin thro' the rye, poor body, Comin thro' the rye, She draigl't a' her petticoatie, Comin thro' the rye! 2. Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Chorus: 3. Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the glen, Gin a body kiss a body, Need the warl' ken? Chorus: 4. Gin a body meet a body Comin thro' the grain; Gin a body kiss a body, The thing's a body's ain. Chorus: 5. Ev'ry Lassie has her laddie, Nane, they say, have I, Yet all the lads they smile on me, When comin' thro' the rye. Chorus:

Muckin O Geordies Byre oo 1000 views Noo when I want taw lauchin' I think on the scene When a'body roub' aboot cam; ower tae clean, And clairted themsel's richt up taw the e'en At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Wi Robbie the Rochie and Willie the Doo, The auld wife hersel' an' ***y McCrew; And a'body else the left aff the pleugh For the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Noo the bobby cam' roun' tae quell doon the soun' The cratur got lost whaur the rucks hae their foun' He feel in the midden and was like taw droon At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. The weicht o' him syne sent the barrow in bits, The wheel cairred on and the auld wife it hits; Losh! ye should hae seen how she did the splits At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh the whisky gaed roun' Tammy flein' the doo' And aye as they drank, the mair they got fou' The only anes sober, the calf an' the coo At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Tammy roared oot "Ring the bell noo for mair" Syne tuggit the coo's tail, and pu'd oot a hair; When she kickit oot he gaed up in the air At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre. Oh! Siccan a sotter was a'body in, Five mile awa' ye could hear the din; Even the vera coo had to grin At the muckin' o' Geordie's byre.

Dick Gaughan - Bonnie Jeannie o'Bethelnie No copyright claim, against any audio or image content, is assumed in the publishing of this video. Copyright is owned by original artist or artists, or their legally appointed representatives. from the 1978 Topic Records album "GAUGHAN" TSCD384 Thair wis fower an twanty nobles sat in the king's haa An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim aa Thair wis fower an twanty nobles rade thro Banchory fair An bonnie Glenlogie wis the flooer o thaim thair Thair wis six and six maidens sat in the king's haa Bonnie Jeannie o Bethelnie wis the flooer o thaim aa Doun cam Jeannie Gordon she cam trippin doun stairs An she's chosen Glenlogie o aa that wis thair Glenlogie, Glenlogie, gin ye'll prove kind My luve is laid on ye an A've tellt ye my mind Bit he's turnt him roun lichtlie, like the Gordons does aa A thank ye, Jeannie Gordon, bit A'm promist awa She's caad tae her maidens tae mak her a bed Wi ribbons an napkins tae tie up her head Bit out spak her faither an a wey man wis he A'll wad ye tae Dumfendrum, he's mair gowd than he Och, haud yer tongue, faither, for that maunnae be Gin A getnae Glenlogie than for him will A dee Bit her faither's ain chaplain, a man o great skill, He's wrate a braid letter an indytet it weill A pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is so Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her woe? An a pox on ye, Logie, nou sin it is time Thair's a ladie's luve is on ye, maun she die in her prime? Whan Logie got the letter, he bein amang men ...

bagpipes wildlife photies a took ae fawkirk(whaur a live) photographs i took of falkirk(where i live)

King without the crown ( original song ) Its a comedy song , maybe you know someone in your village ,town, city, who fits in here. :) I had no one person in mind so relax out there !!!! Recorded quickly on the PC. LYRICS Big chief sittin doon he`s the king withoot the croon bouncin aff the coop wa still, 18 pint will break his fa sits sqeezin at his plooky knees the mornin frost he never sees the bookie is whaur we fund him next big chief how are ye fixed Big chief punch yer puss never made the day shift bus sookin at a crackit cup counts his bairnies coppers up then into sport he will immerse he coodnae even kick an erse 20 stane o useless fat big chief lazy tw*t big chief shout the odds communicates in grunts an nods plays his cairds in thick pub reek never works aye on the seek On street corners see him stand wi blearie een survey his land he micht as well be sat on Maurs big chief pi**y drawers Big chief gies a fag cairry out in paper bag the winkle pickers on his feet hae mair holes than the old main street shouts "Gies a drink o' yer Irn Bru, Ahm gaspin fur a sook the noo" leaves crumbs an floaters, the mockit tyke, Big Chief 'pinched yer Bike' Big Chief fly as a fox stops tae pi** in the telephone boax pits twa shillin in the fag machine, aye hidin fae the rollin' peen, the town clock dings half past fower as he rakes his pooches ower an ower the pub door he bangs tae let him in a waste of f***in oxygen Big chief ladies man aw the charm o` a lavvy pan he`s quite the catch , a real big fish see him lyin in ...

FUSIONFALL SOUNDTRACK RF Testing Music Sgt Mckenzi Preview Of FusionFall... All of a sudden they begin to hear bagpipes in both High and low Quality. Dexter noticed the sound waves spread from the tip of the antenna from above. Dexter and his group shielded their ears from the intense sound waves of the bagpipes sounding even if it was in both low and high quality. "What are they trying to do? Blow are ear drums Out!!!" Bloo cried as if he was being tortured. "I don't know, but It's so loud." Mac replied going down on his knees, turning to Ben. "They must be trying to get the signal right, and if they do I bet the sound waves are going to become even worst." Ben gasped turning towars the R. Station. The words of the music began to sing in both high and low Quality. ("Lay me doon in the caul caul groon ")... ("Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun ")... "What Is it saying? I can't understand it!" Bloo cried. ("Lay me doon in the caul caul groon ")... "Bloo I have know Idea, and How can I listen when I have my ears covered!!" Mac yelled back. ("Whaur afore monie mair huv gaun ")... SECTOR V... The music spread all over Cartoon Network so loud that no body can take it. ("When they come a wull staun ma groon ")... "Where is that coming from?" Blossom gasped gripping her ears as tight as she can. ("Staun ma groon al nae be afraid")... Buttercup flew into the air with her hands over her ears looking all around. and finally noticed the R. Station in the far distance due to it's enormous size. "From Genius Grove!!!" Buttercup cried ...

Alicia Keys- Love is Blind live in Tampa FL (Entrance) Alicia Keys Intro to her concert (love is blind) Tampa FL 3/28/2010. The cage entrance was fire..

Jock enjoys daen "Mouth Music", cawd Liltin,Diddlin dependin whaur yer frae as in video

The Deep Dark Hole ( original song ) An original song aboot thoughts an memories of the Pits and folks who worked there, and how alot of them micht hae felt , also linking to the ww1 . Part of an on going Folk episode between Jimmy and Peter. See also Folk N Fiddle Club. I have put this up with a slideshow of related images. We could na appear personally fur we hud nae clean claes !! Clackmannanshire born an bred. lyrics Breeks are tattered and vest is torn ma holy socks an bitts are worn still I must go tae work the morn an face the deep dark hole whaur the backs are bent an knees are scraped skill laddies in tae men are shaped their weary frames roond hutches draped shovin coal through the dark twelve oors will see them breathe sweet air coughin black stour thick and sair an swear they`ll no gan doon nae mair pit pony harness jingling Hame we tramp as black as night led by the moons silvery light along the devon shinin bright an runnin freely bye Singing tattie dreels and shawin neeps the cuddy stamps , the dew drap dreeps as shadows hing on empty streets we`ll light the lamps and leeries Till fate it beats on pipe band drums and puffs o` reek escape frae guns wash camus whiskey roond oor gums and dream o` better hings So work guid horse an ye`ll git corn enough tae keep young men low born the mornins mirror cracked forlorn shows the road tae France Shells are burstin ower oor tents oor knees are scraped and oor backs still bent gas and damp are aye weel kent an we`ll face the deep dark holes

Old Hohner Black Dot 1930s Demo of condition as in video was going to sell but now decided to keep but just show interested parties all that was needed one key tuned and thats inside row top key.

Rosa Ponselle comin' thro the rye Lyrics Scottis English Comin thro the rye 1. Gin a body meet a body Comin' thro' the rye Gin a body kiss a body Need a body cry? Ilka lassie has her laddie Nane, they say, hae! Yet a' the lads they smile at me When comin' thro' the rye. 3. 'Mang the train there is a swain I dearly lo'e myself But what his name or whaur his hame I dinna care to tell Ilka lassie has her laddie Nane, they say, hae! Yet a' the lads they smile at me When comin' thro' the rye Standar English Coming through the rye Should a body meet a body Coming through the rye. Should a body kiss a body, Need no body cry? Every lassie has her laddie, None, they say, have I. Yet all the lads they smile at me, When coming through the Rye. Among the train there is a swain, I dearly love myself. But what his name o where his home I do not care to tell. Every lassie has her laddie, None, they say, have I. Yet all the lads they smile at me, when coming through the Rye. Spanish Pasando por el campo de Centeno Si alguien se encuentra con otro, Atravesando el campo de centeno Si alguno besa a otra ¿Quién ha de llorar? Cada moza tiene su mozuelo Ellas dicen, yo ninguno tengo Empero todos los muchachos me sonríen Cuando atravieso el campo de Centeno. En el tren viene un pastorcito A quien mucho yo amo yo Pero cómo se llama ya dónde vive No quisiera decirlo Cada moza tiene su mozuelo Ellas dicen, yo ninguno tengo. Empero todos los muchachos me sonríen Cuando atravieso el campo de centeno.