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Auld Lang Syne / lyrics wav mp3 video

December 30, 2009

Our old friend Bobbob_dylan_image Dylan has cited Scottish poet and songwriter, Robert Burns,robert20burns41 as his major influence.

The Lychen singers, give us a lusty rendering of the most famous song in the world – Auld Lang Syne…  written by Robert Burns. Why is it the most famous song in the world? Because on Millenium Night, Year 2000, it was sung, nation by nation, all the way across the planet, in a massive, twelve hour Mexican wave. When will that happen again? And, yes, I am totally biased.

 

Scotland featuring Alan Mars, Harriet Anderson and the ancient Lychen swamp people!

AULD LANG SYNE

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus: For auld lang syne, my jo,
For auld lang syne, We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely you’ll be your pint stoup,
And surely I’ll be mine,
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne!

Chorus

We twa hae ran about the braes,
And pou’d the gowans fine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn
Frae morning sun til dine,
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

Chorus

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine,
And we’ll tak a right gude willie waught
For auld lang syne!

Chorus

Meaning of unusual words:
Auld lang syne = Old long since (old time’s sake)
jo = dear
stoup = tankard
gowans = daisies
braid = broad
Gude willie waught = a friendly drink and blether


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The Parting Glass – lyrics YouTube

December 29, 2009

The Parting Glass – Celtic Harp & Song

Oh all the money that ere I had, I spent it in good company.
And all the harm that ere I’ve done, alas it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit, to memory now I shant recall.
So fill me to the parting glass. Goodnight and joy be with you all.

Oh all the friends that ere I had, they are sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts ere I loved , they wish me one more day to stay,
But since it falls unto my lot that I should part and you should not,
I gently rise and softly I call, “Goodnight and joy be with you all!”

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She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma / lyrics mp3

May 28, 2009

She is the Belle of Belfast City / I’ll Tell me Ma

She is the Belle of Belfast City mp3

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Albert Mooney says he loves her,
All the boys are fighting for her,
Knock on the door and they ring the bell
Oh my true love, are you well?

Here she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
Old Johnny Mary she says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the boy with the roving eye.

Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come tumbling from the sky
She’s as nice as apple pie
She’ll get her own boy, by and by

When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma ’till she comes home,
Let the boys stay as they will,
For it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

 Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’till I go home.

She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

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An English Country Garden – lyrics & sound files

May 20, 2009

An English Country Garden – streaming MP3 & English Country Garden wav

 An English Country Garden (sung by Vida Hedley)

How many kinds of sweet flowers grow
In an English country garden?
I’ll tell you now of some that I know
Those I miss you’ll surely pardon
Daffodils , heart’s ease and flox
Meadowsweet and lady smocks
Gentian, lupin and tall hollyhocks
Roses, foxgloves, snowdrops, blue forget-me-nots
In an English country garden

How many insects come here and go
In an English country garden?
I’ll tell you now of some that I know
Those I miss you’ll surely pardon
Fireflies, moths, gnats and bees
Spiders climbing in the trees
Butterflies drift in the gentle breeze
There are snakes, ants that sting
And other creeping things
In an English country garden

How many songbirds fly to and fro
In an English country garden?
I’ll tell you now of some that I know
Those I miss you’ll surely pardon
Bobolink, cuckoo and quail
Tanager and cardinal
Bluebird, thrush and nightingale
There is joy in the spring
When the birds begin to sing
In an English country garden.

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Singing with Celtic Cadences – Dainty Davie lyrics + sound and youtube

September 24, 2008

Dainty Davie lyrics + sound and youtube

Dainty Davie lyrics

‘Twas in and through the window broads
And a’ the tirlie wirlies o’it
The sweetest kiss that e’r I had
Was from my dainty Davie

 

 O leeze me on thy curly pow
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie
O leeze me on thy curly pow
My ain dainty Davie

 

 ‘twas doon amang my Daddy’s Peas
And underneath the cherry trees
O there he kissed me as he pleased
My ain dainty Davie

 

 O leeze me on thy curly pow
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie
O
leeze me on thy curly pow
My ain dainty Davie

 

 When he was chased by the Dragoon
Intae my bed he was laid doon
I thocht him worthy o’ his room
And he’s aye my dainty Davie

O leeze me on thy curly pow
Dainty Davie, dainty Davie
O leeze me on thy curly pow
My ain dainty Davie

 

Contact: Alan Mars on 01273 747 289 or 07930 323 057

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