Thank you, thank you, El Greko, for giving me a link to Radio Britfolk that WORKS! At the beginning of the month another mudcatter turned me on to this neat station -- and then, all of a sudden, the link stopped working (on my Mac, OS 10.4 yet!). According to the error message, it was something to do with an unspecified MIME type, which experts at the Seattle computerstore understood -- but they couldn't raise the station either, so I figured I was stuck until Radio Britfolk's own Mac expert came back. (Last heard from, she was "off to get married, woo hoo"). And then you come along. Hooray!

Now for one more minor miracle; can anyone fill in a few murky words for "The Boatie rows"? It's one of the songs I heard magically sung on Britfolk, and I now have CMR's (trio of three women) gem of a CD. But I'm still missing a few bits of meaning, I'll put down what I think I have:


The boatie sails and the boatie rows
They set their sail, and they haul their taws (???)
Hush a ba ba, my puir wee lamb,
thy feyther is coming awa' frae fran (???)

The sheep they baa, and the craws they craa
They flap their wings, and they flee awa.
Hush a ba ba, my puir wee flea (??)
Thy dad'll be coming wi' shells tae dee (today??)

The burnie rins, and the burnie rows,
The lambs they dance oer the heather coes (knowes??)
Hush a ba ba, my treasure dear,
Thee'll niver tae hurt ye when ma is near (????)

The laverock lifts, and he sings to a'
The winter comes wi' the cold and sna'
Hush a ba ba, my puir wee floor, (flower, no?)
Lang Willie is lying ahint the door.

The mist it burns (?) and the kye comes hame
Wi' labors doon (?) and ???
Hush a ba ba, my puir wee ??
He covers us a' wi' his holy wing.


----You can see I need help here!