ADD: Corries Scots Songs

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: Megan L
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 11:55 AM

Allan I missed those was correcting from the printed on while listening I agree with maukit but could it be jigging instead of frigging

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: GUEST, Allan Conn
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 04:30 AM

"Maukit" in this sense means horrible, unattractive etc. They are looking for the ugliest girl and he finds a cracker who is the most maukit one inside. That is the most unappealing girl in the dance hall. Most maukit when I sing - just doesn't work or make much sense within the lyric. He defo isn't singing that on the version I have access to. If he sings that on another version I suspect it is just a mistake. Here in the Borders the term 'haikit'was more often used for unattractive.

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: GUEST,Allan Conn
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 04:20 AM

I am listening to the live version on spotify and on that one it is definitely "most maukit one inside" which makes sense too. Plus "friggin" isn't used anywhere in place of swigging. Wonder if there are two live versions with slightly different words.

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: Megan L
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 02:44 AM

listened to the live recording on youtube

THE FRIDAY GAME
(The Corries)

Well, the other Friday night I went oot jiggin' wi' ma mates,
Tae a place well kent in Edinburgh toon
And in case the scene got heavy, we nipped in tae hae a bevy,
Three pints, four vodkas and a Blue Lagoon
'Twas a quarter tae eleven when we climbed on board the bus,
Arguin' wi' the driver o'er the fare
We were shoutin' out and singin', and the bus was fairly mingin',
Wi' fish suppers we were eatin’ up the stair

Well, we staggered in the dancing, past the bouncers in their suits
And I says, "I'll see you later" tae the lads
Then I nipped in tae the bog tae comb my hair and squeeze ma plooks
And brush the dandruff frae my shoulder pads
When I joined up wi' Ronnie I was feelin' ten feet tall,
Nae dolly could resist my aftershave
From my usual position, leanin' up against the wall,
I perused the talent while the disco played

Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ isnae their idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well now, Ronnie says to me, "D'ye fancy splittin' up these two?"
So casually we sauntered 'cross the hall
Ah, but ma one says, "You're nothin', cause I heard ye're on the brew,
And anyway I'm dancin' wi' my pall"
Ah well, somewhat taken doon, we wandered roond and roond the floor,
Tae see if we could find a bit o' spare,
Ah, but every bird we chatted up just didn't want tae know,
Ye'd have thought that we had beasties in oor hair

Well, the night being half way over, and we hadnae made the grade,
To sum up the evening, "rubbish" was the word
So we had a competition, wi' a screw-top for the prize,
Tae the one that got off wi' the ugliest bird
Well, I latched on tae this cracker, that was maukin' when I sing,
She looked as though her doctor was a vet
She had a face like a half-chewed caramel and pimples on her nose,
Aye, and legs that could kick-start a jumbo jet

Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ isnae their
idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well, I casually nicked my fag and stuffed it out behind my ear
And tenderly I clutched her sweaty paw
And although her face was crabbit, I’d heard she was a rabbit,
So the night’s been hardly wasted after all
As we danced around the floor, I whispered, "Darlin', where d'ye bide?"
And ma heart sank when she answered, "Broomhouse Square"
Well, I says, "It's nae a lumber but a pen-pal that you need
Or a mortgage for to pay your taxi fare."

Well, we waited for the taxi for an hour or maybe two,
For ye see, this lemon hadnae ta'en the hint
I was absolutely boakin, it was rainin', I was soakin'
By the time I paid the taxi, I was skint
Well, we cuddled in the close and I tried everythin' I ken
I even asked her out with me again
Oh but what can a fellow do wi' a expert in Kung Fu
And cap it all, I had tae walk back hame

Oh, the jiggin’, dancing, friggin’ is the life for all young men,
Who’ve got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ isnae their idea o’ paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you!

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: GUEST,Allan Conn
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 02:35 AM

Verse four the girl was the "the most maukit one inside" and it looked like her "doctor was a vet" and she had legs that could "kick start a jumbo jet"

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: GUEST,Allan Conn
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 02:29 AM

Sorry just on phone so multiple posts giving other lyrics. In verse 3 rather that "you're nothin they sing "you're not on"

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: GUEST,Allan Conn
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 02:24 AM

Definitely it is "isnae"on the recording I've just listened to. Few others are they sing "struggled in the close" in verse6.verse one the "bus was mingin"

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: Megan L
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 02:12 AM

It is not infidel the Mecca in the song is not the holy shrine it is the Mecca ballroom in Glasgow so isny (is not) is the word

Subject: RE: ADD: Corries Scots Songs
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Jul 19 - 01:49 AM

Another interpretation, received by email.

Hi, Joe,

I just listened to the song again. It is possible that the Corries sing ‘infidel’ instead of ‘isnae’ in the chorus.

Whatever the case, here again are the lyrics with ‘infidel’ inserted in the 3rd line of the chorus. I cannot detect an ’s’ sound after ‘infidel,’ so I’ve not inserted one. ‘Infidel’ makes sense in the context of ‘Mecca’.

I have also changed ‘what’ to ‘when’ in stanza 4, line 5.

Regards,

Dr MAW

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THE FRIDAY GAME
(The Corries)

Well, the other Friday night I went oot jiggin' wi' ma mates,
Tae a place well kent in Edinburgh toon
And in case the scene got heavy, we nipped in tae hae a bevy,
Three pints, four vodkas and a Blue Lagoon
'Twas a quarter tae eleven when we climbed on board the bus,
Arg’in' wi' the driver o'er the fare
We were shoutin' out and singin', and the bus was fairly singin',
Wi' fish suppers we were eatin’ up the stair

Well, we staggered in the dancing, past the bouncers in their suits
And I says, "I'll see you later" tae the lads
Then I nipped in tae the bog tae comb my hair and squeeze ma plooks
And brush the dandruff frae my shoulder pads
When I joined up wi' Ronnie I was feelin' ten feet tall,
Nae dolly could resist my aftershave
From my usual position, leanin' up against the wall,
I perused the talent while the disco played

Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidel idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well now, Ronnie says to me, "D'ye fancy splittin' up these two?"
So casually we sauntered 'cross the hall
Ah, but ma one says, "You're nothin', cause I heard ye're on the booze,
And anyway I'm dancin' wi' my ball"
Ah well, somewhat taken doon, we wandered roond and roond the floor,
Tae see if we could find a bit o' spare,
Ah, but every bird we chatted up just didn't want tae know,
Ye'd have thought that we had beasties in oor hair

Well, the night being half way over, and we hadnae made the grade,
To sum up the evening, "rubbish" was the word
So we had a competition, wi' a screw-top for the prize,
Tae the one that got off wi' the ugliest bird
Well, I latched on tae this cracker, that was mockin' when I sing,
She looked as though her doctor was a min
She had a face like a half-chewed caramel and pretzels on her nose,
Aye, and legs that could kick-start a jungle gyn

Oh, the jiggin’, dancin’, swiggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidel idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well, I casually nicked my fag and stuffed it out behind my ear
And tenderly I clutched her sweaty paw
And although her face was crabbit, I’d heard she was a rabbit,
So the night’s been hardly wasted after all
As we danced around the floor, I whispered, "Darlin', where d'ye bide?"
And ma heart sank when she answered, "Broomhouse Square"
Well, I says, "It's nae a lumber but a pen-pal that you need
Or a mortgage for to pay your taxi fare."

Well, we waited for the taxi for an hour or maybe two,
For ye see, this lemon hadnae ta'en the hint
I was absolutely bo'kin, it was rainin', I was soakin'
By the time I paid the taxi, I was skint
Well, we cuddled in the close and I tried everythin' I ken
I even asked her out with me again
Oh but what can a fellow do wi' a expert in Kung Fu
And cap it all, I had tae walk back hame

Oh, the jiggin’, dancing, friggin’ is the life for all young men,
Who’ve got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidel idea o’ paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you!

Subject: ADD: The Friday Game (The Corries-Billy Hill)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 05 Jun 19 - 06:24 PM

I got an email request for "The Friday Game" by the Corries. I got lyrics at https://www.musixmatch.com/lyrics/The-Corries/The-Friday-Game (corrected by Joe Offer):

THE FRIDAY GAME
(The Corries-Billy Hill)

Well, the other Friday night I went to jiggin' wi' me mates,
Tae a place well kent in Edinburgh toon
And in case the scene got heavy, we nipped in tae hae a bevy,
Three pints, four vodkas and a Blue Lagoon
'Twas a quarter tae eleven when we climbed on board the bus,
Arguing wi' the driver o'er the fare
We were shoutin' out and singin', and the bus was fairly mingin',
Wi' fish suppers we were eatin' up the stairs

Well, we staggered in the dancing, past the bouncers in their suits
And I says, "I'll see you later" tae the lads
So I nipped in tae the bog tae comb my hair and squeeze my plooks
And brush the dandruff frae my shoulder pads
When I joined up wi' Ronnie I was feeling ten feet tall,
Nae dolly could resist my aftershave
From my usual position, leaning up against the wall,
I perused the talent while the disco played

Oh, the jiggin', dancin', swingin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin' isnae their idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well now, Ronnie says to me, "D'ye fancy splittin' up these two?"
So casually we sauntered 'cross the hall
Ah, but my one says, "You're not on, cause I heard ye're on the brew,
And anyway I'm dancin' wi' my pal"
Ah well, somewhat taken doon, we wandered roond and roond the floor,
Tae see if we could find a bit o' spare,
Ah, but every bird we chatted up, just didn't want tae know,
Ye'd have thought that we had beasties in oor hair

Well, the night being half way over, and we hadnae made the grade,
To sum up the evening, "rubbish" was the word
So, we had a competition, wi' a screw-top for the prize,
Tae the one that got off wi' the ugliest bird
Well, I latched on tae this cracker, the most mawkit one in sight,
She looked as though her doctor was a vet
She'd a face like a half-chewed caramel and pimples on her nose,
Aye, and legs that could kick-start a jumbo jet

Oh, the jiggin', dancin', swingin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin' isnae their idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well, I casually nicked my fag and stuck the doubt behind my ear
And tenderly I clutched her sweaty paw
And although her face was crabbit, I heard she was a rabbit,
So, the night may no' be wasted after all
As we dance around the floor, I whispered, "Darlin', where d'ye bide?"
And my heart sank when she answered, "Broomhouse Square"
Well, I said, "It's nae a lumber, but a pen-pal that you need
Or a mortgage for to pay your taxi fare."

Well, waited for the taxi for an hour or maybe two,
For ye see, this lemon hadnae ta'en the hint
I was absolutely bo'kin, it was rainin', I was soakin'
By the time I paid the taxi, I was skint
Well, we struggled in the close and I tried everythin' I ken
I even asked her out with me again
Ah but, what can a fella do, wi' a expert in Kung Fu
And tae cap all, I had tae walk back hame

Oh, the jiggin', dancin', swingin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin' isnae their idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pdg-Qo1rIks

Looks like it was a pretty good transcription. I made only one correction.

The Corries gave the name of the songwriter on the recording, but I couldn't understand it. Anybody know who wrote this?

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Answer: Thanks, Joe. Here’s my emended copy:

THE FRIDAY GAME
Well, the other Friday night I went out drinking wi' ma mates,
Tae a place well kent in Edinburgh toon
And in case the scene got heavy, we nipped in tae hae a bevy,
Three pints, four vodkas and a Blue Lagoon
'Twas a quarter tae eleven when we climbed on board the bus,
Arguing wi' the driver o'er the fare
We were shoutin' out and singin', and the bus was fairly singin',
Wi' fish suppers we were eatin’ on the stair

Well, we staggered in the dancing, past the bouncers in their suits
And I says, "I'll see you later" tae the lads
So I nipped in tae the bog tae comb my hair and squeeze my plooks
And brush the dandruff frae my shoulder pads
When I joined up wi' Ronnie I was feeling ten feet tall,
Nae dolly could resist my aftershave
From my usual position, leanin' up against the wall,
I perused the talent while the disco played

Oh, the jiggin’ and the swigging' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidel's idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well now, Ronnie says to me, "D'ye fancy splittin' up these two?"
So casually we sauntered 'cross the hall
Ah, but my one says, "You're nothin', cause I heard ye're on the brew,
And anyway I'm dancin' wi' my pal"
Ah well, somewhat taken doon, we wandered roond and roond the floor,
Tae see if we could find a bit o' spare,
Ah, but every bird we chatted up just didn't want tae know,
Ye'd have thought that we had beasties in oor hair

Well, the night being half way over, and we hadnae made the grade,
To sum up the evening, "rubbish" was the word
So we had a competition, wi' a screw-top for the prize,
Tae the one that got the really ugliest bird
Well, I latched on tae this cracker, the most mawkit one in sight,
She looked as though her doctor was a vet
She'd a face like a half-chewed caramel and pretzels on her nose,
Aye, and legs that could kick-start a jumbo jet

Oh, the jiggin' and the swiggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidels idea o' paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you

Well, I casually nicked my fag and stuck the doubt behind my ear
And tenderly I clutched her sweaty paw
And although her face was crabbit, I heard she was a rabbit,
So the night’s been hardly wasted after all
As we danced around the floor, I whispered, "Darlin', where d'ye bide?"
And my heart sank when she answered, "Broomhouse Square"
Well, I said, "It's nae a lumber but a pen-pal that you need
Or a mortgage for to pay your taxi fare."

Well, we waited for the taxi for an hour or maybe two,
For ye see, this lemon hadnae ta'en the hint
I was absolutely bo'kin, it was rainin', I was soakin'
By the time I paid the taxi, I was skint
Well, we cuddled in the close and I tried everythin' I ken
I even asked her out with me again
Oh but what can a fella do wi' a expert in Kung Fu
And cap it all, I had tae walk back hame

Oh, the jiggin’ and the friggin' is the life for all young men
Who've got red blood in their veins instead of blue
For some folk the dancin’ infidel idea o’ paradise
But it's Mecca for the likes of me and you



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pdg-Qo1rIks

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From Joe Offer: A reliable source tells me the writer of "The Friday Game" was Billy Hill.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,evon
Date: 26 Jun 11 - 09:25 AM

some slight comments on Two Hawks Fly :

- I walk the WAY where two hawks fly

- the farmHOUSE stands and commands the view



and : The Rankle Burn is a river,
in the Scottish borders,
near Buccleuch, wich is a hamlet off the B711

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buccleuch,_Scottish_Borders

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,guest
Date: 22 Jun 10 - 06:20 PM

The last two verses of Where Two Hawks Fly are as follows I think

The harp, the flute, the pipe and drum
Are signal for them all to come
To lay aside the spear and plough
Let the feasting board where wine and laughter flow

What castle then, what castle now?
The farm house stands, commands the view
The crescent moon hangs above the door
And the spirits softly tread the kitchen floor . . .

hope that helps someone

Subject: Where Two Hawks Fly lyrics
From: GUEST,Guest, Jenny McF
Date: 18 Jan 10 - 12:42 AM

I could not find the lyrics to "Where Two Hawks Fly" anywhere on the web, except the possibility of buying The Corries songbook from England. . . so I just listened to the song over and over (I think it's beautiful), and here's what I came up with. I think I got most of it right, except for the first word in the line about the feasting board:

I walk alone where two hawks fly
Where once was heard the bairnie's cry
Where water runs in the rankle burn
On the broken bridge grows green among the fern

The lonely heron stands gray and still
The silent guardian o'er the hill
His watch is shared by the tombstone tall
Ancient music echoes in the crumblin' wall

The harp, the flute, the pipe and drum
Are signal for them all to come
To lay aside the spear and bow
On? the feasting board where wine and laughter flow

What castle then, what castle now?
The farmer stands, commands the view
The crescent moon hangs above the door
And the spirits softly tread the kitchen floor . . .

Also, here's a note about the song that went along with Corries album notes from somewhere:
WHERE TWO HAWKS FLY*
Roy: Northumbrian Pipes
Ronnie: Vocal
The subject of the song is in the Scottish border country, a farmhouse standing on the site of an ancient fortress of the Buccleuch family. The castle was once the centre of a thriving community, but all that remains today is the keystone of the original archway and part of the family crest set in stone, "... the crescent moon", referred to in the song.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Alcona
Date: 23 Feb 09 - 03:04 PM

I'm looking for the lyrics for "Where two hawks fly" if anyone knows where I can get it.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,melissa Aitken
Date: 18 Jan 08 - 03:40 PM

hi, has anyone got the guitar chords for the loo song? :)

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Donnie_B
Date: 05 Oct 07 - 07:58 PM

Anyone got the words of 'Bonnie Blue' ? Cant find them anywhere. Thanks in anticipation

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: goatfell
Date: 05 Oct 07 - 06:45 AM

GUEST,crosyloasia -

Don't like this guest, they are a troll, and they are just a shit

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST
Date: 29 Sep 07 - 05:31 PM

Anyone got the words of 'Bonnie Blue' ??

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Thanks.
-Joe Offer-

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: maeve
Date: 19 Sep 07 - 05:08 PM

You're most welcome!

maeve

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: KeithGuest
Date: 18 Sep 07 - 06:26 PM

thanks again, maeve, much appreciated

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: maeve
Date: 11 Sep 07 - 10:19 PM

Guest Keith- Just to be neighborly:

@displaysong.cfm?SongID=5489Lyrics here


And some chords, here:
Chords here.

Best regards,

maeve

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: maeve
Date: 11 Sep 07 - 10:01 PM

GUEST Keith-

I'd have sworn I posted links for you after the 7:37 post, including a link to the midi as well as the lyrics. Drat! Let me know here if you have any trouble finding what you need.

maeve

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Guest-Keith
Date: 11 Sep 07 - 01:13 PM

Thanks Maeve, will do

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: maeve
Date: 11 Sep 07 - 07:37 AM

GUEST , Guest- Welcome to Mudcat! This is rather an old thread. You'll likely have a better response by starting a new thread. First, though, do search the Digital Tradition (DT) and Mudcat forum for lyrics and discussion on "Sound the Pibroch". The search box is at the top of this page. I'll do the same and post back here in case you stop back in to check for responses.

If you wish to join the Mudcat as a member, it is free and would enable us to leave you messages via the "PM" link next to each posting member's name. Whether you join ot not, you'll want to choose a permanant name to use, whether your own or a consistant pseudonym.

maeve

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Guest
Date: 11 Sep 07 - 01:42 AM

Does anyone have the chords guitar/banjo for Sound the Pibroch? They would be much appreciated

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Tam the man
Date: 07 Nov 05 - 10:48 AM

their website is www.corries.com

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Tam the man
Date: 07 Nov 05 - 10:47 AM

here's their website with two songbooks which have these songs and chords in thhttp://www.corries.com

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Zen
Date: 07 Nov 05 - 06:29 AM

I'm trying to find chords and lyrics for several songs that aren't in the songbooks, most notably:

The Standard on the Braes O' Mar
The Bonnie Moorhen
The Blackbird
The Broom O' the Cowdenknowes

If anyone can help I'd be very grateful.

Cheers.

Zen.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,GILLEASBUIG
Date: 17 Sep 05 - 05:05 PM

They wewre great in company and they loved this country

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Tam the man
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 01:30 PM

Julia,
thread.cfm?threadid=2977&messages=16#66155

Try that one because that is where I got the words, or go to the wee box click all and then type in roving and you will get the words there.

Subject: Lyr/Chords Add: THE ROVING JOURNEYMAN (Corries)
From: Tam the man
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 01:26 PM

THE ROVING JOURNEYMAN
(Corries version)
I (D) am a rovin' journeyman, I roam from toon tae (G) toon,
And whenever (D) I get a job of work I'm (A) willing to sit (C) doon
Me (D) kit's all on me shoulder and me graftin' tool in (G) hand
And (D) around the country (G) I will go a (D) rovin' (A7) journeyman. (D)
(C) Whenever I come to (Am) Glasgow toon the (C) lassies jump for (G) joy,
Says (D) one unto another, "Well, here (A) comes a rovin' (C) boy."
Some (D) treat me to a bottle and the others to a (G) dram.
And the (D) toast goes round the (G) table, "Health (D) unto the (A7) journeyman" (D)

CHORUS: Wi' yer (C) linten adie (Am) toorin adie (C) linten adie (Am) tooral linten (C) adie tooral (Am) linten addie (G) ay,
(D) Pots and pans and helpin' hands will (A) see you through the (C) day
(D)Linten adie tooral ooral ooral adie (G) ay
Gie a (D) penny tae the (G) journeyman tae (D) help him (A7) on his (D) way.

I hadna been in Glasgow toon a week but barely three
Before the provost's daughter went and fell in love wi' me.
She asked me for tae dine wi' her and took me by the hand
And she proudly told her mother that she loved the journeyman
"Ach, away ye go, ye silly maid, I'll hear ye speak no more,
How can ye love a journeyman ye've never seen before?"
"Oh mother sweet, I do entreat, I love him all I can,
And around the country I will go to see my journeyman!"

Ye'll need nae mair tae trudge on foot, ye'll hae a horse and pair,
My wealth with thee and poverty contented I will share.
So overflow the flowing bowl and drain it if ye can,
Toast the provost's daughter and the rovin' journey man.
Oh, I am a rovin' journeyman, I roam from town to town,
And whenever I get a job of work I'm willing to sit down
Me kit's all on me shoulder and me graftin' tool in hand
And around the country I will go a rovin' journeyman.

and these are the proper words

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Tam the man
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 01:25 PM

Sorry that is the wrong bloody words.

Tam

Subject: Lyr Add: THE ROVING JOURNEYMAN (from The Corries)
From: Tam the man
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 01:24 PM

THE ROVING JOURNEYMAN

I am a roving journeyman and I rove from town to town,
Wherever I get a job of work I'm willing to set down,
With my kit upon my shoulder and my stick then in my hand
It's down the country I will go, a roving journeyman.

But when I came to Carlow the girls all jumped for joy,
Saying one unto the other, "Here comes a roving boy;"
One treates me to a bottle, another to a dram,
And the toast goes round the table, "Here's a health to the journeyman."

I had not been to Carlow three days, but only three,
When a skinner's lovely daughter she fell in love with me;
She wanted me to marry her, and took me by the hand,
And she slyly told her mother that she loved her journeyman.

"Oh! hold your tongue, you silly girl, why do you dare say so,
How can you love a journeyman you never saw before?"
"Oh! hold your tongue, dear mother, and do the best you can,
For it's down the country I will go with my roving journeyman."

Then I took my stick into my hand, I took my kit also,
And away from friend and parents a-roving I did go.
There's not a town I go through but I get a new sweetheart,
So girls, if you believe me, I'm sorry from you to part.

So now my loving sweetheart to you I bid adieu,
But if ever I return again I'll surely marry you.
Now let them all be talking and saw the worst they can,
For it's off to Dublin I will go, a roving journeyman.

Subject: Lyr Add: ARKINHOLM (from The Corries)
From: Tam the man
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 01:07 PM

CH.
Oh Mother mother gan ye hame your sons nae mair you'll see
for by the green of Arkinholm your sons for me will dee

1.
it fell aboot the month of May when wee birds sang sae clear
it fell aboot that summer's day three brothers died sae sair

2.
and did oor sires in ages past no bear the brunt o gree
and did oor sires no stand the last to keep this nation free

3.
oh brother brother gan ye hame and bless your brothers three
for by the braes of Arkinholm the Douglasses will dee

4.
and did we no fecht by side by side when fell the broadsword sair
and did we no fall like the stag which dies sae proud but dear

5.
and is it time guid brother John tae herd the sheep this day
for the wolf and hunter here will join wi hawk and hound tae slay

6.
and is there doon by yon field a bonnie rowan tree
and by it lie three silvers stars wha fell in vain for me

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Kate Penman
Date: 31 Jul 05 - 11:51 AM

Hi! What a GREAT place!

I'm desperately seeking the words to 'Arkinholm'!! My American friend needs a translation, so that she can fully appreciate the fabulous tune! Oh, these Americans... *sigh*... Hehehee...

I will really appreciate the help - MANY THANKS!

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,julia
Date: 06 Dec 04 - 06:00 AM

This is fantastic! I have been trying to get the lyrics for Rovin Journeyman for my sister who sings in the Jacobs Ladder festival in Israel!!

Would really appreciate it if you could send me them,

Many thanks

Ju

Subject: Lyr Add: THE SHAMROCK AND THE THISTLE
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 05:24 PM

THE SHAMROCK AND THE THISTLE
(Hamish Henderson / anon)

Come all you true-born Glasgow boys
And listen to my song
I'm going to speak of Hogmanay
It won't detain you long
I've made this little tune for you
I've laid it on my whistle
And I think the name I'll gi'e to it
Is The Shamrock and the Thistle

Aboard the Royal Ulsterman
We had a dram or twa
When daylight broke we all awoke
And saw the Broomielaw
The journey o'er, we went ashore
Our friends all raised a cheer
And soon the word was going round
The Irishmen are here

We were not rash, we wore no sash
We sang no party lay
For we had come to join the fun
A real Scotch Hogmanay
We marched up to Argyle Street
Bought whisky, stout and rum
And the songs we sang were Sweet Strabane
And Britain Here We Come

A welcome rare we soon got there
It was a glorious fair
Bill Thompson cried, Get that inside
I see you're needing fare
So when we'd had a bite o'er 'ere
And feeling in good trim
Bill said, Come on, I'm for the Tron
So we went along wi' him

Many's the hoolie we've been at
At home across the sea
And at New Year wi' stout and beer
We'd go upon the spree
And the Scots they don't just make whoopee
Or drink with Mum and Dad
At the thirty-first of December, boys
They all go ravin' mad

Forgive me, friends, for being rude
I'm not, you will agree
The Irish too are a crazy crew
Just look at Bob and me
For a Scotsman seeing the New Year in
Is a sight for gods and men
And it takes an Irish Paddy, boys
To be equal to him then

For the Scotsmen have their thistle
And the Welshmen have their leek
The English have a rose, my boys
And lots of flamin' cheek
The Irish have their shamrock and
They hold it very dear
But you'll find it wi' the thistle
In auld Glasgow at New Year

As sung by The Corries

[1968:] A fragment of this song was collected by Hamish Henderson aboard the Irish ferry on numerous new year journeys. He only heard one fragment of the song and composed the major part of the song and tune himself. (Notes The Corries, 'Kishmul's Galley')

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,wee swally
Date: 23 Dec 03 - 01:51 PM

anybody know the lyrics ..The Shamrock and the Thistle..done by the boys and the Pogues

Subject: Lyr Add: THE HILLS OF ARDMORN
From: Doric loon
Date: 30 Apr 03 - 07:36 PM

THE HILLS OF ARDMORN

Oh, that I could hear the birds again
In the fields of Ardmorn
Where the sun lies over Scullomvoe
And the mist silent all around.

Oh that I could see the bracken red
In the hills of Ardmorn
And the moss-green in between
And the rain falling softly down.

Oh that I could scent the breeze again
In the fields newly turned
And the storm clouds high above
And the gulls circling all around.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: CraigS
Date: 27 Apr 03 - 08:00 PM

I'd like the Hills of Ardmorn for the above-mentioned reasons. I would also add that some of the Corries songs were young enough to attract royalties, but were carefully listed on their published works as trad. arr. Corries to avoid this.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Doric loon
Date: 27 Apr 03 - 10:21 AM

I would appreciate the full list of lyrics, then from what I know I will correct the spelling mistakes and post them back to you. I come from Elgin which is 12 miles from Forres where The Corries Collection is held at the Faulkner Museum. I grew up steeped in the Corries and went to see them at Elgin Town Hall on a few occasions.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 09 Jan 03 - 08:27 PM

Kelly, I can't PM you as you are a guest so I refresh this thread.

Subject: Lyr Add: LORD YESTER (George Weir, Roy Williamson)
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 05 Jan 03 - 06:22 PM

LORD YESTER
(tune Roy Williamson / lyrics George Weir)

Oh my love has gone tae Flodden grey
Tae dance at Branxholme Lea
And ere the night will turn tae day
He will dance nae mair wi' me
Maybe he's gone tae Israel
Wi' Freedom's lance tae sell
Or maybe he has gone tae Bethlehem
For tae find the golden bell

Oh my love may come another day
For golden hours are few
And like broken dreams that melt away
Before the dawn is new
Maybe he's gone tae Byzantine
Along the lonely trail
Or maybe he's gone tae Palestine
For tae find the Holy Grail

Oh my love may find the golden fleece
Or wear the martyr's gown
For honour bides by him who fechts
Beneath the cross and croon
Maybe he's gone wi' James and John
Tae fish by Galilee
Or maybe he has gone wi' the fisherman
Tae find his Calvary

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Kelly Kennedy
Date: 05 Jan 03 - 03:53 PM

Looking for words to Lord Yester, as the recording I have is an old dilapidated tape and they sound like they're singing underwater...

Many thanks

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Susanne (skw)
Date: 19 Oct 02 - 08:49 AM

Liz, try this: Bill Hill.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From:
Date: 18 Oct 02 - 01:26 AM

Hi John - I hope I'm doing the right thing here, I'm not used to forums! (fora?)

My dad loaned me a cassette a couple of years ago, and I vaguely remember a song (I think by the Corries) about going driving in the Highlands and being stranded because the part wouldn't arrive for 4 days.

I'd love the lyrics if you have them, or directions to a site from which I could print them!

Ta

Liz (Adelaide)

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: GUEST,Boab
Date: 11 Nov 01 - 04:07 AM

Thanks a ton Snuffy! Have had a look.

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Calach
Date: 10 Nov 01 - 02:20 PM

This may help a wee bit. Here's a site which my girlfriend and I are putting together...
http://www.angelfire.com/folk/scotfolk/home.html
You'll find some of the lyrics above there.... but we're just starting to get the lyrics uploaded.
calach

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Kerstin
Date: 10 Nov 01 - 08:12 AM

Thank you very much for the help I got with the Corriers Scots Songs!! I love to sit by the computer trying to find lyrics to songs I have heard. As I am a half-old or half-young, whatever, girl I forget the lyrics. Thanks again Kerstin

Subject: RE: Corries Scots Songs - Would You Like One
From: Snuffy
Date: 10 Nov 01 - 06:12 AM

"I Aince Loved a Lass" and the Irish "The Lambs on the Green Hills" are members of the family of songs often known as "The False Bride" or "* weeks before Easter". There are 9 versions in the DT (type FLSE* in the DT Lyrics box to find them), and probably more versions in the forum. It seems to have been widespread throughout the British Isles.

WassaiL! V