Lyr Req: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland

Subject: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland
From: Karen_H
Date: 10 Jan 01 - 12:11 AM

I am looking for lyrics to this rather long Ballad. The Bodleian Library site has scanned copies, but either I'm getting old, or their scanner isn't very good. Any one is it perhaps known by another name?

Thanks for your yime and expertise.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland
From: GUEST,sarah at work
Date: 10 Jan 01 - 01:58 PM

Karen, what's the URL of the Bodleian Library -- maybe one of us can figure it out...

Sarah

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland
From: Wolfgang
Date: 10 Jan 01 - 02:20 PM

Sarah,
bodleian is in the Mudcat bookmarks (see 'links' above)

Karen,
sorry for asking if I'm wrong, but did you use the 'expand image' function in the Bodleian collection. If I do it I can read most verses without real problems. Some verses are nearly unreadable but they are quite readable in the other copy.

Wolfgang

Subject: Lyr Add: THE GALLANT GRAHAMS OF SCOTLAND
From: MMario
Date: 10 Jan 01 - 03:43 PM

Betrayed me how can this be?
When by Day-light upon a Day;
I met Prince Charles our Royal King,
And all the Grahams in their Array

They were all dress'd in Armour keen,
Upon the pleasant Banks of Tay:
Before a King they might be seen,
Those gallant grahams in their Array.

I have no gold, I have no Land,
Nor have I Pearl nor precious Stones;
But I would sell my [silken Snood ?]
To see these Grahams but well come home

To speak of these Grahams, I think it best
They're Men amongst good Company;
Into the Lands where we did walk,
They're Lords into the South Country.

They won the Praise in Wallace's Days,
For the Summer Flowers did never spring;
But the gallant Graham's in Armour clear
Did then appear before the King.

At the Goukhead we set our Camp,
Our rigour down there for to Stay,
Upon a dainty Summer's Day,
We rode our white Horse and our Grey.

For they were then in Armour seen,
As Gold shines on a Summer's Day,
The gallant Grahams were assembled there,
Before King Charles, his Majesty.

I'll crown them Night, I'll crown them Day,
And above great Lords of high Degree,
For all the Lords that I have seen,
The Grahams are the bravest Company.

As I came by the Bunche's Park,
I heard my true Love's sister's Son;
We loos'd our Cannon on every Side,
Even for the Honour of our King.

Our false Commander has betray'd our King
And sold him to his Enemy,
By a Nobleman, to Cromwel then,
So I care not what they do with me.

For he strives to subdue the Land,
And over England to be King,
Fair Soctland by him to be govern'd,
And over the Nations for to reign.

They have betray'd our Noble Prince,
And banished him from his Royal Crown
But the gallant Grahams have ta'en in Hand,
For to command that Traytor Lown.

Now Dalgitie was stout and bold,
Coragious in high Degree;
At the Cavaliers they were all sold,
And young Harthul, a Cavalier too.

Nathaniel Gordon, both stout and keen,
Newton Gordon, Burd alone;
Upon the Green he might be seen;
For a bolder Face was never known.

A Braver Man was never seen,
Neither in Kent or Christendom:
To fight now for his Royal King,
Lord give his Enemies their Doom.

At Boglehaugh, where we did advance,
Our Parliament there for to stay,
But our Nobles they were banishe'd off,
At Goln-Ile where we advance.

Glenproson, where we rondezvous'd,
To Glenshie we march'd both night and Day,
And of Bredainlie we took the Town,
And met the Campbelis in ther Deray.

Ten Thousand Men in Armour strong,
Did meet the gallant Grahams to play,
At Inverlockie where they began,
And about two thousand Men were they.

And tho' their Number did far exceed,
The gallant Grahams upon that Day,
Yet their Hearts were true, they did not fear,
To meet the Campbeils in their Deray.

For the Gordons then did give a while,
To face the Campbeeils upon that Day,
Who from their Friends fell far aback,
Unto their Enemies for ever and ay.

Gallant Montrose, then that Chiefton bold,
Coragious in high Degree:
Did for the King fight valiantly,
The Lord preserve his Majesty.

Now fare you well, you Innerdale,
Lord Keeth and Kindred I bid adieu,
And I shail away and I shall not stay,
To some uncouth Land that I never knew.

To wear the Blue I think it best,
By any Colonel that I see;
He erne your Hearts, brave Cavaliers,
For the Grahams are gone to Germany.

To France and Flanders, where they advanc'd,
And Germany, who gave Fame;
For my Lord Albin is to the Sea,
Young Huntly is his noble Name.

He went to France for his Royal King,
King Charles then, and above Degree
I'll give the Honour to the gallant Grahams
For they are a brave company.

Montrose then our Chieftain bold,
To Scotland free in come again;
For to redeem fair Scotland's Land,
The pleasant, gallant, worthy Grahams.

At the Water of E?sdale, they did gegin,
And fought a Battle to an End;
Where there were kill'd for our Noble King,
Two thousand of our Danish Men.

Gilbert Menzie, and of high Degree
The King's Baron bold was born,
For a brave Cavalier was he,
But now into Glory he's gone,

The King's Banner in Hand he bore,
For he was a brave valiant Man;
Betrayed was he a Night before,
By Colonel Hackes and Strachen then.

To the Colonel Hacket now,
And Stachen ill Death may thou die,
For ye have betray'd our gallant Grahams
Who were true to his Majesty.

The Laird of Ashern has catch'd Montrose
And had him into Edinburgh Town;
And from his Body ta'en his Head,
And quarter'd him upon a Tro?e,

Now Huntley's gone that same Way,
Prince Charles also our Royal King,
Hath suffer'd Death for our Nation,
Our mourning Tears can ne'er be done.

Our gallant young King is now come Home
Prince Charles the Second, and above Degree
The Lord send Peace in his Time
And God preserve his Majesty.

Now fare you well you Innerdale,
Kith and Kin that you may well ken;
For I will sell my silken Snood,
To the gallant Grahams come Home.

Since Wallace's Days that we began,
Sir John the Graham did bear the Green,
For the Honour of our Royal King,
The Lord preserve his Majesty.

For all the Lords in fair Scotland
From the highest to the lowest Degree
The noble Grahams are to be prais'd
So God preserve Charles his Majesty.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland
From: Sarah2
Date: 10 Jan 01 - 08:58 PM

Thanks, Wolfgang -- I didn't know about that area. What fun! (I also was able to read it when enlarged, and was going to run a copy off at work to see if I could transcribe it, but it looks as if MMario beat me to it.) Anyway, must go spend some more time there -- so much to learn, so few brain cells left...

Sarah

Subject: Tune Add: THE GALLANT GRAHAMS OF SCOTLAND
From: GUEST,Bruce O.
Date: 11 Jan 01 - 02:01 AM

The ballad from which it gets it's tune is "The Liggar Lady" (#8970 in Steve Roud's folk song index) reprinted in vol. 3 of the Henly and Henderson edition of Burns' poems. Unfortunately I have only vols. 2 and 4. This song seems to be an early 18th century one.

The 'Gallant Grahams' ballad is ZN405 in the broadside ballad index on my website. For the tune see "Cady Laddy" and "Mount your/my/the Baggage" (also "The Captain's Lady") in the CNTYDAN2 and Scots tune indexes there. Here's one copy that's listed there:

X:1
T:Mount your Baggage (Cady Laddie/ I will away..not tarry)
Q:1/4=120
L:1/4
M:C|
K:D
F|\
DFA2| DA B/A/G/F/| GE2F|\
DFA2| Fdc>B| AFF::d/e/|\
f/d/e/c/d2| DA B/A/G/F/|GE2d/e/|\
f/d/e/c/d2| Fd"tr"c>B| AF2d/e/|\
f/d/e/c/d2| DA B/A/G/F/| GE2F|\
DFA2| Fd e/d/c/B/| AF2:|]

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Gallant Grahams of Scotland
From: Karen_H
Date: 11 Jan 01 - 08:23 PM

Thank you all. Especially for taking the time to transcribe it here.

Yes, I did enlarge it, but perhaps a new monitor is the answer to this problem. It looked to me that some of the verses were different between the 2 copies. Thank you also for the tune information. While I have little or no actual musical ability, I may set my husband on it for me. He has enough talent in that realm for both of us.

Every one here is wonderful.