25 Apr 02 - 11:51 AM (#698325) Subject: the heathery hills of yarrow From: GUEST,sarastro I'd like to find lyrics from the bothy band songs, particularly "the heathery hills of yarrow" appearing on the after hours album thank you |
25 Apr 02 - 12:19 PM (#698364) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: Sorcha No luck with Google or lyrics sites. |
25 Apr 02 - 06:25 PM (#698657) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: Herga Kitty I haven't heard the After Hours reording, but this sounds as if it's a version of the Dowie Dens of Yarrow (Child 214). Especially if it involves a lady from the north who loved a ploughboy lad, thus provoking her other higher born suitors to kill him. There's a version (as sung by Jean Redpath) in the DT. Kitty |
25 Apr 02 - 07:31 PM (#698691) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: Sorcha Link to #214 links in the DT. Just in case that is it. Click on the titles. |
26 Apr 02 - 04:14 AM (#698928) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: Wolfgang I have thwe recording. Herga's guess is correct thogh of course the lyrics are a bit adapted. Sarastro, you'll find that most if not all of the Bothy Band songs are in a more or less close variant here. For me, even a version that is only close most times helps to understand the lyrics. Sometimes the titles are slightly different. Use any phrase from the song in the digitrad and forum search. If there are some tracks you cannot find here call for help with a list of the titles missing and I'm sure you will get help. Wolfgang |
26 Apr 02 - 02:51 PM (#699224) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: SKATHA there's a tremendous book called Ord's Bothy Book of Ballads, that you'll find the words. I'm sure it's the dowie dens of Yarrow.ISBN 085976 303 x |
30 Apr 02 - 11:58 AM (#701219) Subject: Lyr Add: THE HEATHERY HILLS OF YARROW From: GUEST,Wolfgang Here are the Bothy Band lyrics from their lyrics insert in my 'Afterhours' LP (in the LP times there was room enough for lyrics). Same song, of course, but different enough for posting. I must say, the original story is hardly understandable in the Bothy band version. Wolfgang
THE HEATHERY HILLS OF YARROW |
22 Jan 06 - 05:22 PM (#1653765) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: GUEST,Diane My "After Hours" LP has been through a lot. Anyone know if I can get it on CD anywhere? Thanks |
22 Jan 06 - 05:26 PM (#1653771) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: the heathery hills of yarrow From: Peace By who? |
27 Jan 06 - 10:54 AM (#1656474) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Heathery Hills of Yarrow From: Wolfgang Bothy Band, as mentioned further up in the thread. Diane, google "Bothy band" afterhours (in one word) and you'll find the CD. Amazon has it for instance. Wolfgang |
28 Jul 14 - 02:44 PM (#3646044) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Heathery Hills of Yarrow (Child #214) From: GUEST,Marian M. For the sake of completeness (and of putting up a version of the song that actually makes a lot of sense!), here is "The Heathery Hills of Yarrow" as recorded by Mick Hanly and Mícheál Ó Domhnaill on their 1974 album Celtic Folkweave: THE HEATHERY HILLS OF YARROW It's three drew and threw slew And three lay deadly wounded When her brother John stepped in between And stuck his knife right through him Oh father dear I dreamed a dream A dream of duel and sorrow I dreamed I was pulling the heather bells On the dewy dens of Yarrow Oh daughter dear I read your dream I doubt it will bring sorrow For your true love John lies pale and wan On the dewy dens of Yarrow As she went o'er yon high, high hill And down to yonder valley Her brother John came down the glen Returning home from Yarrow Oh brother dear I dreamed last night I'm afraid it will bring sorrow I dreamt that you were spilling blood On the dewy dales of Yarrow Oh sister dear I read your dream I'm afraid it will bring sorrow For your true love John lies dead and gone On the heathery hills of Yarrow As she walked up yon high, high hill Down by the homes of Yarrow And there she saw her own true love Lie pale and wan on Yarrow This fair maid's hair being three-quarters long And the color it was yellow She tied it round his middle waist And she carried him home from Yarrow Oh daughter dear wipe up your tears And weep no more in sorrow For I will bring you to a higher degree Than a ploughboy from Yarrow Oh father dear you've got seven sons You can wed them all tomorrow But a flower like my true love John Will never bloom in Yarrow This fair maid she being tall and slim The fairest made in Yarrow She laid her head on her father's arm And she died through grief and sorrow |