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Lyr Req: In My Bonnie Native Glen

Sandy Mc Lean 27 Jul 08 - 12:28 AM
Malcolm Douglas 27 Jul 08 - 05:15 AM
Jim Dixon 28 Jul 08 - 08:01 AM
GUEST 09 Apr 16 - 06:24 PM
GUEST,# 10 Apr 16 - 03:04 AM
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Subject: Lyr Req: In My Bonnie Native Glen
From: Sandy Mc Lean
Date: 27 Jul 08 - 12:28 AM

Does anyone have lyrics for this? The air is similar to The Wearing Of The Green.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: In My Bonnie Native Glen
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 27 Jul 08 - 05:15 AM

Number 4786 in the Roud Folk Song Index: at present all references there are to unpublished sound recordings in the Fowke collection. Evidently the words were printed several times in the 'Old Favourites' column of the Montreal Family Herald and Weekly Star during the 1940s.

A text (as recorded by 'The Munroe Family', assuming they aren't fictional) can be seen in Bob Leroux's novel Murder in the Glen, parts of which are available via Google Books: Murder in the Glen: page 150

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Subject: Lyr Add: IN MY BONNIE NATIVE GLEN (Neil MacLeod)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 28 Jul 08 - 08:01 AM

Here is the text from the novel (see Malcolm Douglas' link above):

Leroux, J. Robert. Murder in the Glen: A Novel. Burnstown, ON: General Store Pub. House, 2003, page 150:
    When the simmer bricht returnin'
    Decks each grove and buddin' tree,
    When the birds amang the branches
    Are a-pipin' loud and free,
    And the bairnies fu' o glee
    Pu' the roses in the den,
    O! 'twere dear delight to wander
    In my bonnie native glen.

    At the early peep o' morning
    When the grass was wat wi' dew,
    Among the woods o' hazel
    Gaily sang the shy cuckoo;
    An' the calves, clean daft wi' joy,
    Gaed a-friskin' roun' the pen—
    Now we've nae sic scenes o' gladness
    In my bonnie native glen.

    In the gloomy winter e'enin's,
    Roun' the ingle gathered a',
    An' wi' music, mirth, an' dancin'
    There we wiled the hours awa';
    Or the auld folks aiblins tauld
    O' the brave an michty men
    That were ance the pride and glory
    O' my bonnie native glen.

    Now the dwellin's are in ruins,
    Where ance lived a gallant clan;
    Theirs was aye the fren'ly welcome,
    An' theirs aye the open han';
    Aft the needy an' the puir
    Found a place at their fire en'—
    Now, alas! there's nane to greet them
    In my bonnie native glen.

    But fare ye weel each fountain,
    Each dell an' grassy brae,
    Where aft the kye I herded
    In boyhood's happy day.
    When life's gloaming settles down,
    An' my race is at an en',
    'Tis my wish that death should find me
    In my bonnie native glen.
I also found this quote in

Cooper, Derek. Hebridean Connection: A View of the Highlands and the Islands. London: Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1977, page 3:
    Although the heart may be in the hills, few expatriates in their right mind actually contemplated living there. "'Tis my wish," wrote Neil MacLeod, "that Death should find me in my bonnie native glen." But until that time he was happy enough in Edinburgh.
And this quote is given in

Gaelic Society of Glasgow, and Neil Munro. The Old Highlands; Being Papers Read Before the Gaelic Society of Glasgow, 1895-1906. Glasgow: A. Sinclair, 1908, page 327:

The paper is "The Songs of the Gael" by Henry Whyte ("Fionn.")

    Of the sheiling and its merry band, Neil MacLeod writes:—

    'N am an cruinneachadh do'n bhuailidh
    B'e mo luaidh a bhi 'nan còir;
    Bhiodh a duanag aig gach guanaig,
    Agus cuach aice 'na dòrn;
    Bhiodh mac-talla freagairt shuas
    E ri aithris fuaim a beòil;
    Ach cha chluinnear sin 'san am so
    Anns a' ghleann 'san robh mi òg.

    When the lassies gaed a-fauldin',
    Aft I joined the merry thrang,
    In their hands their milkin' coggies,
    An' frae ilka voice a sang;
    While the echoes sweet and clear
    Wad gi'e answer frae the ben—
    But we hear nae mair their liltin'
    In my bonnie native glen.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: In My Bonnie Native Glen
Date: 09 Apr 16 - 06:24 PM

does anyone have the music sheet for this? My 87 year old mother in law would like to play it on the piano

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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: In My Bonnie Native Glen
From: GUEST,#
Date: 10 Apr 16 - 03:04 AM

More stanzas are at the following link.,+Dec

There is an online reference to 13 stanzas in all.

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