yes kevin walsh does a fine job.... but find "eddi reader does the songs of robert burns"
incredible.....
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| Posted by: MacEoghainn 17-Apr-2004, 07:46 AM |
| Mine are: The Lea-Rig and Auld Lang Syne. Here are the words: The Lea-Rig When o'er the hill the eastern star Tells bughtin time is near, my jo, And owsen frae the furrow'd field Return sae dowf and weary, O, Down by the burn, where scented birks Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo, I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O. At midnight hour in mirkest glen I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O, If thro' that glen I gaed to thee, My ain kind dearie, O! Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild, And I were ne'er sae weary, O, I'll meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O. The hunter lo'es the morning sun To rouse the mountain deer, my jo; At noon the fisher takes the glen Adown the burn to steer, my jo: Gie me the hour o' gloamin grey - It maks my heart sae cheery, O, To meet thee on the lea-rig, My ain kind dearie, O. Auld Lang Syne Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne? And days of auld lang syne, my dear, and days of auld lang syne. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and days of auld lang syne? We twa hae run aboot the braes, and pu'd the gowans fine. We've wandered mony a weary foot, sin' auld lang syne. Sin' auld lang syne, my dear, sin' auld lang syne, We've wandered mony a weary foot, sin' auld ang syne. We twa hae paidl'd i' the burn, frae morning sun till dine, But seas between us braid hae roared, sin' auld lang syne. Sin' auld lang syne, my dear, sin' auld lang syne. But seas between us braid hae roared, sin' auld lang syne. And ther's a hand, my trusty fiere, and gie's a hand o' thine! We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, for auld lang syne. MacE |
| Posted by: gaberlunzie 18-Apr-2004, 06:46 AM |
| I have many of them. I'll start with two of my favorites. ROBERT BRUCE'S MARCH TO BANNOCKBURN Scots, wha hae wi' Wallace bled, Scots, wham Bruce has aften led, Welcome to your gory bed - Or to Victorie! Now's the day, and now's the hour; See the front o' battle lour; See approach proud Edward's power - Chains and Slaverie! Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flie! Wha for Scotland's king and law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand or Freeman fa', Let him on wi' me! By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do - or die! FAREWELL SONG TO THE BANKS OF AYR The gloomy night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I see it driving o'er the plain; The hunter now has left the moor, The scatt'red coveys meet secure, While here I wander, pressed with care, Along the lonely banks of Ayr. The Autumn mourns her rip'ning corn By early Winter's ravage torn; Across her placid, azure sky, She sees the sowling tempest fly: Chill runs my blood to hear it rave, I think upon the stormy wave, Where many a danger I must dare, Far from the bonnie banks of Ayr. 'Tis not the surging billow's roar, 'Tis not that fatal, deadly shore; Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear, The wretched have no more to fear: But round my heart the ties are bound, That heart transpierc'd with many a wound; These bleed afesh, those ties I tear, To leave the bonnie banks of Ayr. Farewell, old Coila's hills and dales, Her heathy moors and winding vales; The scenes where wretched Fancy roves, Pursuing past, unhappy loves! Farewell, my friends! farewell my foes! My peace with these, my love with those - The bursting tears my heart declare - Farewell, the bonnie banks of Ayr! |
| Posted by: MacAibhistin 03-Sep-2004, 11:09 PM |
| I've always liked this one a great deal. A Man's A Man For A' That Is there for honest Poverty That hings his head, an' a' that; The coward slave-we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that! For a' that, an' a' that. Our toils obscure an' a' that, The rank is but the guinea's stamp, The Man's the gowd for a' that. What though on hamely fare we dine, Wear hoddin grey, an' a that; Gie fools their silks, and knaves their wine; A Man's a Man for a' that: For a' that, and a' that, Their tinsel show, an' a' that; The honest man, tho' e'er sae poor, Is king o' men for a' that. Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord, Wha struts, an' stares, an' a' that; Tho' hundreds worship at his word, He's but a coof for a' that: For a' that, an' a' that, His ribband, star, an' a' that: The man o' independent mind He looks an' laughs at a' that. A prince can mak a belted knight, A marquis, duke, an' a' that; But an honest man's abon his might, Gude faith, he maunna fa' that! For a' that, an' a' that, Their dignities an' a' that; The pith o' sense, an' pride o' worth, Are higher rank than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, (As come it will for a' that,) That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth, Shall bear the gree, an' a' that. For a' that, an' a' that, It's coming yet for a' that, That Man to Man, the world o'er, Shall brothers be for a' that. |
| Posted by: MacEoghainn 09-Jun-2006, 05:27 PM |
| My Heart's In The Highlands, by Robert Burns My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer - A-chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go. Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, The hills of the Highlands for ever I love. Farewell to the mountains high cover'd with snow; Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; Farewell to the forrests and wild-hanging woods; Farwell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods. My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here, My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe; My heart's in the Highlands, whereever I go. |
| Posted by: MDF3530 11-Jun-2006, 03:48 PM |
| Green Grow The Rashes Chor. - Green grow the rashes, O; Green grow the rashes, O; The sweetest hours that e'er I spend, Are spent amang the lasses, O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han', In ev'ry hour that passes, O: What signifies the life o' man, An' 'twere na for the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. The war'ly race may riches chase, An' riches still may fly them, O; An' tho' at last they catch them fast, Their hearts can ne'er enjoy them, O. Green grow, &c. But gie me a cannie hour at e'en, My arms about my dearie, O; An' war'ly cares, an' war'ly men, May a' gae tapsalteerie, O! Green grow, &c. For you sae douce, ye sneer at this; Ye're nought but senseless asses, O: The wisest man the warl' e'er saw, He dearly lov'd the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. Auld Nature swears, the lovely dears Her noblest work she classes, O: Her prentice han' she try'd on man, An' then she made the lasses, O. Green grow, &c. |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 12-Jun-2006, 09:46 AM |
| Now Westlin Winds (Robert Burns) Now westlin winds, and slaught'ring guns Bring August's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs, on whirring wings, Amang the blooming heather; Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain, Delights the weary Farmer; The moon shines bright, as I rove at night, To muse upon my Charmer. The Pairtrick lo'es the fruitfu' fells; The Plover lo'es the mountains; The woodcock haunts the lanely dells; The soaring Hern the fountains: Thro' lofty groves, the Cushat roves, The path o'man to shun it; The hazel bush o'erhangs the Thrush, The spreading thorn the Linnet. Thus ev'ry kind their pleasure find, The savage and the tender; Some social join, and leagues combine; Some solitary wander: Avaunt, away! the cruel sway, Tyrannic man's dominion; The Sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, The flutt'ring, gory pinion! But Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear, Thick flies the skimming Swallow; The sky is blue, the fields in view, All fading-green and yellow: Come let us stray our gladsome way, And view the charms o' Nature: The rustling corn, the fruited thorn And ilka happy creature. We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk, While the silent moon shines clearly; I'll clasp thy waist, and fondly prest, Swear how I lo'e thee dearly: Not vernal show'rs to budding flow'rs, Not Autumn to the Farmer, So dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely Charmer! He was only 16 when he wrote this. The description of nature is just stunning. Susan McKeown does a tremendous job singing this on her CD "Bones", with The Chanting House. I think we may have some of it on the CR playlist. |
| Posted by: dundee 12-Jun-2006, 10:00 AM |
| ae fond kiss (written for clarinda) Ae fond kiss and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then 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, Naething could resist my Nancy: But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love for ever. Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare-thee-weel, though first and fairest! Fare-thee-weel, though best and dearest! Thine be ilka joy and treasure, Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure! 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. By Robert Burns |
| Posted by: zeryx 17-Aug-2006, 04:16 AM |
| I too love Ae Fond Kiss - have you listened to the version by Kevin Walsh on his album http://www.celticradio.net/php/playlist.php?start=0&limit=25&letter=&search=Clarinda's%20Reply&type=album&exact=exact ? |
| Posted by: jedibowers 17-Aug-2006, 06:26 AM |
| I have several. One is A Man's A Man. Highland Reign has made this to a song. I will post the words to the other poems later. |
| Posted by: dundee 17-Aug-2006, 08:17 AM |
| the complete works of robert burns sits on my night stand. *L* so do a lot of other things. but often i will end the day by just popping it open and reading one or two. yes kevin walsh does a fine job.... but find "eddi reader does the songs of robert burns" incredible..... |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 17-Aug-2006, 08:48 AM |
| Jean Redpath has recorded the definitive complete songs of Robert Burns, over many years. It's in a much simpler style than most modern arrangements, but the artistry is superb and the born familiarity with the language really shows. http://www.jeanredpath.com/pages/bio.html |
| Posted by: dundee 17-Aug-2006, 08:55 AM |
| to bad there be no samples or did i miss them? |
| Posted by: zeryx 17-Aug-2006, 08:59 AM |
My friend http://www.hazelwhyte.com/ also has a version  Sadly it doesn't appear to be working on her site just now. |
| Posted by: stoirmeil 17-Aug-2006, 09:44 AM |
| Oddly, we don't have Jean Redpath recordings in this database. I have never understood why, except that maybe they are a bit older. The somewhat later recordings of her scottish folksongs are luscious, because she added a fine cello player to her own guitar playing, and the result would take your heart out. Should ask Mac why Jean is not in the collection. |
| Posted by: dundee 17-Aug-2006, 09:53 AM |
| HEY MAC WHY ISN"T JEAN ON THE PLAY LIST? i always try to do what i am told.....  |
| Posted by: zeryx 17-Aug-2006, 05:29 PM |
| Hazel's working version of Ae Fond Kiss is here http://www.hazelwhyte.com/sounds/Yea_Fond_Kiss.MP3 |