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Subject: drumdelgie revisited From: Gutcher Date: 11 Nov 10 - 11:19 AM A current thread gives a humorous song composed by the late Ian Middleton. Can anyone give the words for a tear-jerker by him called "Drumdelgie Revisited". This is the only song that I have heard that actually brought tears to a bankers eyes, mark you this was at four in the morning and no doubt he was feeling a little tired and emotional at the time. Joe. PS.--tired and emotional would come under the heading of a euphemism in a current BS. thread. |
Subject: Lyr Add: DRUMDELGIE NAE MAIR (Middleton/Murison... From: Drumshanty Date: 11 Nov 10 - 11:50 AM DRUMDELGIE NAE MAIR (words: Ian Middleton; tune Geordie Murison/Steve Inglis) There's a fairmtoon up in Cyarnie, weel kent in bothy sang A place that's famed the country ower, nae matter far ye gang The fairmer o' yon muckle toon retired t tak his ease And there's half o't noo in set aside, the ither half's in trees There's nae a fee'd man t be seen, the parks are bare o' nowt The grun's a' cryin' oot for crap, wi naebody there tae grou't The logic or the reason for't is hard t unnerstan Bit the waste wid gar a body greet that's thirled tae the land Foo money men, in days lang syne, wi dour unbendin will Hid dargit at it, months on eyne, t rive it fae the hill? An kyaaved t shift the thraan tree stumps, and eyneless cyarns o steen Wi miles o man-made drains t lay afore the job wis deen Nae modern-day machinery then, t ease the waichty birn Nor yet a sympathetic lug for ony greet or girn Twis tire, and jist fa tee again, wi mony's a sypin sark An men, groun aul afore their time, sair rackit wi the wark Come time, the place began t thrive, wi aye mair hill teen in An seen progressed t sic a size, it left the rest ahin An fin they a were yokit, aye, an deckit oot wi pride The show o horse wis foremaist in the hale o Diveronside Drumdelgie's praise, in bothy lays, is gey ill-fittin noo Wi a its grun, sae sairly won, forsaken b the ploo The wark his been a waste o time, the foresicht a in vain As the reets o yon fast-growin trees gyang doon throu ivery drain Far eence sae mony acres steed, a stookit, ra on ra The dockins an the tansies thrive, t mark its sad doonfa It's ayont a comprehension, foo they justify a scheme Far sae muckle lan lies idle, wi sae mony bellies teem Gyang oot some day, roon Cyarnie way, an cast yer ee aroon The legalised distruction o Strathbogie's biggest toon An maybe, in the silence, as ye contemplate the soss Ye'll hear the soon o ghostly feet gyan clatterin through the closs Syne, bid "fareweel Drumdelgie" as ye turn t come awa Aye "fare-ye-weel Drumdelgie, an yer unca kirn an a" Ye've been immortalised in sang, since days o horse an cairt An t see yer sad decline the day, wid braak a body's hairt! (Makes me weep every time Geordie Murison sings it...) |
Subject: RE: drumdelgie revisited From: Gutcher Date: 11 Nov 10 - 02:55 PM Ay, ay Drumshanty, Geordie hes jist the richt greet in his voice for this yin, Thanks for the words. Noo if ah could jist fin oot hoo tae yoke a printer tae this contraption ah wid tak a copy tae keep me in mind. Joe. |
Subject: RE: drumdelgie revisited From: GUEST,kenny Date: 11 Nov 10 - 03:09 PM Thanks for that, "Drumshanty". I must ask Geordie to sing that next time I see him. Very clever writer was Ian Middleton. |
Subject: RE: Lyrics: drumdelgie revisited/Drumdelgie Nae Mair From: Gutcher Date: 12 Nov 10 - 10:07 AM Such evocative language--its little wonder it brought a tear to my friends eye,he is, of course, a speaker of the doric dialect of the scots language. Lack of knowledge of the scots language will preclude many from appreciating the true pathos of this song--feeling is not translatable. Joe. |
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