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Subject: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Oct 11 - 07:06 PM

These lyrics have already been posted at Mudcat:
I BELONG TO GLASGOW
I'M 94 THIS MORNIN'*
I'M 94 TODAY*
YE CAN COME AND SEE THE BABY

*Probably the same song under different titles, but I have found both titles cataloged at WorldCat.org, so apparently there really were 2 recordings, or at least 2 different releases of the same recording.

I haven't made a detailed comparison of the posted lyrics.


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Subject: Lyr Add: AH'M FEAR'D FOR MRS. McKIE (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Oct 11 - 07:14 PM

My transcription (and my spelling, except for the title!) from a recording at Spotify, from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011):


AH'M FEAR'D FOR MRS. McKIE
As sung by Will Fyffe

If ye'd seen me before I got married,
You would have said, "There's a man,"
But just like the rest I was captured,
And then all my troubles began;
For the boss of the hoose is the missus,
An I sometimes myself have to laugh,
For though I'm six foot three, she's the boss over me
And she's only four foot and a half.
Still I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
When I'm oot wi ma mates, I don't care a hang.
When I land at the hoose, I'm as quiet as a lamb,
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie,
And when I take a dram on the sly,
I pit a peppermint drap in ma mooth
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie.

There's a lass at the fit o the vennel(?).
She works in a wee sweetie shop.
Sometimes when I keek through the windae,
She winks and invites me ta stop
And suggests we should go to the pictures
Or that I take her oot on the sly,
And sometimes I think I would like to, but mind ye,
I think o Mrs McKie,
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
I am feart for Mrs McKie,
For in oor but-an-ben she rules like a queen.
If I'm five minutes late she says, "Whaur hae ye been?"
And I've got the neebours ta think o,
For they're aye peepin oot on the sly,
So the lassie can bide in her wee sweetie shop
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie.

Ye would think that ma wife was a hero
The way that she bosses the hoose.
There's only one thing that she's feard o,
And that's just a tiny wee moose.
She woke me at three in the mornin
And said, "There's a moose in the trap.
Do ye think ye could manage to kill it, my darlin?
Mon, ye're a brave little chap!"
An I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
I am feart for Mrs McKie
So I got intae bed, I turned oot the licht
While Maggie was under the claes i the sicht(?).
I said, "Now I'll show Mrs McKie."
I said to mysel, "Do or die!"
So I rolled up ma sleeves an I strangled the moose.
Still I'm feart for Mrs McKie.

[PATTER OMITTED]

I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
I'm feart for Mrs McKie.
When I'm oot wi ma mates, I don't care a hang.
When I land at the hoose, I'm as quiet as a lamb,
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie,
And when I take a drink on the sly,
I shove a peppermint drap in ma mooth
'Cause I'm feart for Mrs McKie.


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Subject: Lyr Add: MACPHERSON'S WEDDING BREAKFAST (W Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 09 Oct 11 - 09:20 PM

My transcription from a recording on Spotify, same album as above:


MACPHERSON'S WEDDING BREAKFAST
As sung by Will Fyffe

Ye'll wonder why I'm dressed sae braw an why I look sae fine.
I've just been tae the weddin of a dear old freend o mine,
And did ye hear the joy bells ring? Did ye see me in the cab,
When Roderick jock McPherson married bonnie Jean McNabb?

CHORUS: And at Macpherson's weddin breakfast, there was whiskey, beer an wine,
Haggis frae Kilmarnock an kippers frae Loch Fyne.
I couldnae manage hame at aa; they took me in a cab,
When Roderick Jock Macpherson married bonnie Jean McNabb.

Noo, the lassies wanted dancin, so we cleared awa the chairs.
The hoose wis fairly packit; some were sittin on the stairs;
And then we passed the bottles roond an we all went on the spree.
I was sittin on the fender wi a lassie on ma knee. CHORUS

PATTER: Oh, a weddin breakfast, the best I've ever had! Of course then we had a sing-song. The first man to sing was Mike Muldoon from Dublin, a decent Irishman. And he sung one o the old Irish come-all-ye's in the following style:

SINGS, A NEW TUNE: In sweet Mayo, in a spot I know,
There dwells an old colleen.
In days gone by, my love and I,
Would walk through the meadows green.

By the fireside sat an aged bride,
A woman old and grey.
She sang a song ye heard the whole day long
In a good old Irish way.

"My Irish home, my Irish home,
The place where I was born."
She sang a song ye'd hear the whole day long:
"In me good old Irish home."

The next man to sing was a Welshman, Shoney(?) Evans from Cardiff. He sang us Gwenith Gwyn. We didnae ken what it was aboot, but it went something like this:

[SINGS IN WELSH. I can't transcribe this part.]

PATTER: And then everybody went mad for a dance. We danced all the old-fashioned Scotch yins, an everybody shrieked wi delight when ah shouted pairtners for the …(?). come on oot. Get yer lassie off the chairs. Come on noo, up an doon the middle o the kitchen. Hoo! Ha-ha!

SINGS: I couldnae manage hame at aa; they took me in a cab,
When Roderick Jock Macpherson married bonnie Jean McNabb.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
From: BobKnight
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 04:33 AM

Jin Dixon - The name of the lady is Mrs spelled McKay, no McKie. This is a frequent mistake by non Scots - they see McKay, and pronounce it as read, or hear it, as you said from the record and transcribe it as McKie,but it's actually pronounced Mac-eye. If you do that you'll see that it rhymes with the other lyrics; sly and die!

Vennel - is a "close" or courtyard, alley, associated with the houses.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
From: MGM·Lion
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 04:56 AM

The Real McKay in fact, Bob!

~M~


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
From: Billy Weeks
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 05:51 AM

Don't forget his superb 'She was the Belle of the Ball', one of Fyffe's finest recordings.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Music-hall songs sung by Will Fyffe
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 02:51 PM

Re: McKay or McKie?

I suspected it should be McKay—in fact, I automatically spelled it that way while I was making the transcription, but I changed it because "McKie" is the spelling used by Spotify (where I found the recording) and by Allmusic.com. In fact, every web site I have found that mentions this song uses the spelling "McKie." It could be that they are all describing the recent CD, and they all got their information from the same source: the CD publisher, Hallmark Recordings. Maybe Hallmark made the mistake. (Record publishers are notoriously bad spellers.) I haven't found any web site whose information definitely comes directly from the label of the original 78-rpm record. I don't know whether any sheet music exists.

In any case, Fyffe pronounced the name to rhyme with "sly" and "die."

By the way, Wikipedia lists 18 people named McKie and around 114 named McKay.


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Subject: Lyr Add: SHE WAS THE BELLE OF THE BALL (Will Fyffe
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 04:31 PM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:

SHE WAS THE BELLE OF THE BALL
As sung by Will Fyffe

I feel a different chap today; the reason is because
A bonnie wee lass is in love with me an I didna think she was;
But I went an popped the question and I nearly passed away
When she threw her arms aroond ma neck and named the happy day.

CHORUS: Oh, a nice wee lass, a fine wee lass is bonnie wee Jeannie MacCall.
I gave her my mother's engagement ring and a bonnie wee tartan shawl.
I met her at a weddin in the corporative (sic) hall.
Ah was the best man an she was the belle o the ball.

Oh, tirra madee madoo maday!

The nicht I popped the question, I was awfy, awfy shy.
The rain was pourin doon but she was happy; so was I.
The pair of us were drookit through as we landed at the stair. [drenched]
The rain was runnin oot o my breeks but och! I didnae care.

CHORUS: Because a nice wee lass....

[Patter omitted.]

[Repeat chorus.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: I'M THE LANDLORD OF THE INN IN ABERFOYLE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 10:22 PM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


I'M THE LANDLORD OF THE INN IN ABERFOYLE
As sung by Will Fyffe

For thirty years I've held the licence of this wee hotel.
The fact is I was born in it and reared in it as well.
It's been handed down for years and years from father unto son,
And it's recognized the house of call by each and ev'ry one.

CHORUS: And I'm the landlord of the pub in Aberfoyle,
And if you're feelin' thirsty from a hard day's toil,
You'll find that it is just the place for whiskey and for beer.
You'll get a Scottish welcome, aye, an hairty Scottish cheer.
If it happens that the doors are closed and the clocks have all struck ten,
Just tap upon the back door, dinnae ring the bell,
And down will come the landlord of the Aberfoyle Hotel.

We get lots of folk frae Glesgae on a Sunday afternoon.
Motorbikes an hikers by the dozen gather roon.
I fill them up wi haggis, aye, an lots o boiled ham,
For it makes them awfy thirsty so they have to have a dram. CHORUS

[Patter omitted.]

[Repeat chorus.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: SAILING UP THE CLYDE (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 10:38 PM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


SAILING UP THE CLYDE
As sung by Will Fyffe

Now I've been away for a long, long time across the rollin sea.
Ma faither was a soldier lad so a sailor I would be.
Now I've had some sensations while away across the foam,
But the greatest feelin o the lot is when ye're sailin home.

CHORUS: Aye, when ye're sailin up the Clyde, sailin up the Clyde,
Back to bonnie Scotland where the old folk bide,
There's a lump comes in your throat an a tear ye cannae hide,
When you're rollin back to Scotland and yer ain fireside.

Now ma friends came down to see me off on the day I sailed away.
They brought a flask o whiskey that was made in USA.
I said, "Goodbye, good luck, old pals. I'll see you in September."
I took one drink and then fell down and the next thing I remember—

CHORUS: I was sailin....

[Patter omitted.]

[Repeat chorus.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: UNCLE MAC (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 10 Oct 11 - 10:59 PM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


UNCLE MAC
As sung by Will Fyffe

I landed from the colonies a week or two ago,
Where I made a lot o money, an I'm proud to let ye know
Upon an emigration scheme I sailed frae Scotland's shore.
Noo I've seen all I want to see, an I'm sailin back once more.

CHORUS: I'm rich Uncle Mac from the colonies way back.
I landed hame withoot the slightest warnin,
But I found relations funny; for they're after all ma money,
So I'm sailin back again tomorrow mornin.

I'd about a thousand relatives ta meet me on the pier.
Half o them were roond ma neck; the others on ma ear.
'Twas uncle this an uncle that an "How much have ye got?"
I don't know who to leave it to, so I think I'll keep the lot.

CHORUS: That's why I'm rich....

[Patter omitted.]

[Repeat chorus.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE RAILWAY GUARD (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 01:49 AM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


THE RAILWAY GUARD
As sung by Will Fyffe

I'm the gaird upon the train that goes from Inverness to Wick
And comes back again from Wick to Inverness.
Of the trials and the troubles of a Scottish railway gaird
The British public really cannae guess.
When the old express goes dashin off at fourteen miles an hour,
And the heather hills go slowly glidin past,
It stops at every station an we start her up again
As the gaird upon the whistle gives the blast.

CHORUS: Och, an I'm in ma glory in the old gaird's van,
Settin at ma ease upon the soor-dook can, [buttermilk]
Sometimes quick, sometimes slow,
A waggle and a tootle and away we go.

When the old express leaves Inverness the people gather round
And they start us on our journey with a cheer.
Aye, and on a day excursion they always take their trunks
In case we are away for half a year.
Then I fasten up ma carriage doors an tie them up wi string.
I blaw ma whistle, then I wave ma flag,
But one day I forgot ma flag; it was a lucky thing
That I had ginger whiskers I could wag.

CHORUS: Ah, but I'm in ma glory in the old gaird's van,
Settin at ma ease upon the soor-dook can,
Sometimes quick, methodically slow,
A waggle an a tootle and away we go.

[Patter omitted.]

[Repeat chorus.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: TWELVE AND A TANNER A BOTTLE (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 02:04 AM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


TWELVE AND A TANNER A BOTTLE
As sung by Will Fyffe

1. It's really high time that something was done
To alter the way that the country is run.
They're not doing things in the way that they should.
Just take for instance the price of the food.

CHORUS: Twelve and a tanner a bottle, that's what it's costin the day.
Twelve and a tanner a bottle! It takes all the pleasure away.
Before ye can get a wee drappie, ye have to spend all that ye've got.
How can a fella be happy when happiness costs such a lot?

2. There's taxes on this, taxes on that.
While we're getting lean, the officials get fat.
You must admit it's a bit underhand,
Puttin a tax on the breath of the land,

CHORUS: For it's twelve....

3. Noo I used to meet with some old pals o mine,
When whiskey was cheap an it went doon like wine.
Noo I never meet them, I'm sorry to tell.
I dodge roond the corner an I drink by mysel,

CHORUS: Since it's twelve....


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Subject: Lyr Add: DR MACGREGOR (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 09:45 AM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


DR MACGREGOR
As sung by Will Fyffe

I needn't introduce mysel; ye all ken wha I am,
Unless you are a stranger in the place.
I'm known through all the countryside for fifty miles aroun
By ma tricycle, ma figure an ma face.
The children in the neighbourhood, they're awfy feart for me,
For when I appear there isn't one about,
But I often see them peeping roond the corner o the door,
Then to their mothers they begin to shout:

CHORUS: It's Doctor MacGregor and his wee black bag,
Doctor MacGregor and his wee black bag,
Known ev'ry cottage door through all the countryside.
There's not a bed in all the place I havenae sat beside,
And the ladies all adore me though I dinnae want to brag,
But they're glad to see MacGregor and his wee black bag.

The young folk laughin think that I'm a relic o the past.
Like my tricycle, I'm gettin out o date,
But the older generation in the village swear by me,
Though the population isn't very great.
There's a younger doctor takin up a practice in the place—
He's up to date and got a motorcar—
But the tricycle ma faither had before me daes for me,
Though it doesnae go so quick or half as far.

[Patter ending with this recitation:]

If ever money came ma way, I spent it,
And if a friend should want a loan, I lent it;
And if I to the races went, I'd bet it,
Then when the income tax came in, regret it.
I dinnae want want you to think I'm wealthy.
I'm glad to be alive, strong and healthy;
And if I haven't got a penny when life ends,
Thank God I've got a fortune in my friends!

[Repeat chorus]


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Subject: Lyr Add: MAGGIE (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 01:27 PM

My transcription from the album "I Belong to Glasgow: Greatest Hits of Will Fyffe" (2011), as found at Spotify:


MAGGIE
As sung by Will Fyffe

I think I've coorted aw the bonnie lassies in the toon,
But ma mother she's advised me that it's time to settle doon.
I've got so many sweethearts that I don't know which to choose.
Whichever one I marry, well, the rest I'm bound to lose.

CHORUS: For there's Maggie, there's Jeannie, there's Katie, and there's Kinnie(?) and their cheeks are like the rose,
But I've heard the mavis singing where a bonnie lassie grows.
[She's just like her mother; she comes frae Balquhidder(?)]* and she's promised to be mine,
And though the others they can come tae the weddin for the sake of auld lang syne.

Maggie she comes straight indeed(?) She's workin at the mill.
Jean's been lookin for a job; I think she's lookin still;
But Bella's taen ma fancy and the others hae no use,
For she's the only dochter an they've got a public hoose.

[Repeat chorus twice, making the following substitutions for the words in brackets above:]
[On chorus 2:] Kind, kind and gentle is she
[On chorus 3:] In my ain wee hoose we're goin to settle doon
[These seem to be quotes from other songs. He sings them a cappella.]


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WADDIN O' MARY MACLEAN (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 02:55 PM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:
There are a few lines that don't make sense to me and are probably wrong; I have marked these with question marks.


THE WADDIN O' MARY MACLEAN
As sung by Will Fyffe

It's no o a wake that I'm goin for to sing,
But it is o a weddin, a different thing.
We had hide-an-go-seek an we'd kissin the ring
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean

When we were assembled we all taen the chance
O a better was served(?) to a kind o a dance.
There was reelin an squealin an people insane
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

Oh, sic a nice weddin ye never did see.
Nae wonder that ah had a tear in ma ee.
I was greetin because the bridegroom wasnae me
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

Noo the first tae arrive was a Misteress Speece(?)
Wi her uncle, her auntie, her nephew an niece,
An the next tae arrive was a batch o police
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

A red-heided fella called Dougal Maguire
Was washin his face at the sink o …(?) fire.
I inhaled twenty-twa to the office was taen(?)
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

O sic a nice weddin ye never did see.
Nae wonder that ah had a tear in ma ee.
I was greetin because the bridegroom wasnae me
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

That row was nae stopped till another began
'Tween a new-married wife an a new-married man,
An they taen him awa in an ambulance van
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

When the weddin was finished I felt nearly deid.
I lay on the flair wi an awfy sair heid,
And in a wheelbarra they hurdled me hame
On the nicht o the weddin o Mary Maclean.

[Patter omitted]

Oh, sic a nice weddin ye never did see.
When I woke in the mornin ah thocht ah wad dee,
So I went to the pub and concluded the spree
After the weddin o Mary Maclean.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE CENTENARIAN (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 05:29 PM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:
The patter in this song is funnier than most, so I included some of it.


THE CENTENARIAN
As sung by Will Fyffe

There's been a great commotion in the village doon the brae.
Ye'll wonder what it's all aboot; I'll tell ye right away.
This mornin' was ma birthday an I've lived a hundred years.
That's why ye hear the pipers an the shoutin an the cheers.

Och, a hundred ago today, a hundred years ago,
And Scotland's in the same place still.
I've had lots o time to spare, so I've travelled everywhere.
I've sailed the seas an toddled the land ower many a weary hill.
But there's nae place like the old place.
Hame's hame wherever you may go.
Oh, the stories I could tell, for mind ye, I've enjoyed mysel.
Och, I'd like to start it over again a hundred years ago.

The old schuil house was packit oot; the laird was forced to sing.
The minister read a telegram that I gat frae the king.
The lassies made a fuss o me, and to show them I was game,
We had a game o postman's knock an I saw a couple hame.

Och, aye. Aye, aye. There's only one thing. I wish my wife had been alive to see this day. She'd a been prood o me. Ah, but she's deid. Aye, she's away. Just a lassie when she died. Eighty-six. Aye. The doctor did his best to save her but it was no good, no good. But the baby lived. Oh, aye. It'll be a great comfort to me in my old age.

Oh, the stories I could tell, for mind ye, I've enjoyed mysel.
Och, I'd like to start it over again a hundred years ago.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE TRAIN THAT'S TAKING YOU HOME (W Fyffe
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 06:03 PM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:


THE TRAIN THAT'S TAKING YOU HOME
As sung by Will Fyffe

Far awa frae bonnie Scotland and ye're thinking o the day
When ye pack yer grip an ye take yer ship for hame so far away.
Ye step from the steamer an land upon the pier.
Ye're awfy excited, for yer friends are drawin near,
And ye take yer train for the last lap home, it's a wonderful feelin to me—

CHORUS: When ye're lookin from the window of the train that takin ye to home sweet home.
Ye look on the hills o bonny purple heather,
An the wee bit burn where we used to play together.
Auld lang syne has a wonderful meanin tae a Scotchman when he's far across the foam.
Och, it's lovely to be lookin from the wee bit window of the train that's takin ye home.

Friends may come and friends may go, but still an old friend's aye the best,
When they're staunch and true, an they're real true blue, an for years have stood the test.
Ye're aye glad te meet them, and shake them by the hand,
Especially when they're waitin with a bottle in their hand,
And ye form a link just for auld lang syne.
Man, I tell ye the feelin is fine— CHORUS


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Subject: Lyr Add: SHEILA MACKAY (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 09:22 PM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:


SHEILA MACKAY
As sung by Will Fyffe

Last year on a trip to Glengarry
I called at a wee but-an-ben,
And there I discovered a fairy,
The sweetest wee lass in the glen.
As soon as my eyes fell upon her,
I felt I was under a spell.
I knew then I was a goner.
I wanted her all to mysel.

CHORUS: Sheila Mackay, the lassie I adore,
I love her as I've never loved another lass before.
Pure as the rose, her beauty makes me sigh.
I've shairly lost ma hairt to Sheila Mackay.

Oh, love is a terrible feelin.
It makes ye go weak at the knees.
When intae yer hairt it comes stealin,
Man, ye just want to cuddle an squeeze.
I knew that I couldnae resist her
The first time I glanced at her face,
And the very first time that I kissed her,
Ma hairt nearly fell from its place. CHORUS


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE SPIRIT OF A MAN FROM ABERDEEN (Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 11 Oct 11 - 09:44 PM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:


THE SPIRIT OF A MAN FROM ABERDEEN
As sung by Will Fyffe

"A man's a man for a' that," said the poet Rabbie Burns,
And like Washington he never told a lie.
Whiskey's always whiskey, aye, but when the whiskey burns,
You know that it has lost its way when comin thro the rye.
I like a drop o whiskey; well, a Scotsman's built that way,
And when I stroll into a bar, you'll always hear me say—

CHORUS: Anybody here can have a Black an White
That's been a white man to me.
Any friend o mine, for the sake of auld lang syne,
Can put them doon an fill them up; the pleasure's mine.
Some people think Scotchmen never buy a drink,
But I'll prove to you a Scotchman's not so mean.
Lend me a pound and I'll pay for drinks all round.
That's the spirit of a man from Aberdeen.

Just find the truth o'it for yoursel and come tae Aberdeen,
And ye'll find that ev'ry man's the real Mackay.
Ye'll find a homely but-an-ben a wee drop in the press(?).
The stories of our meanness is a lie, you will confess.
Of course inside a wee bit pub ye'll aye find yin or twa
That when they've had a dram too much,will say to yin and a'— CHORUS.


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE GAMEKEEPER (Will Fyffe)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 12 Oct 11 - 12:05 AM

My transcription from the album "Will Fyffe" (2008), as found at Spotify:


THE GAMEKEEPER
As sung by Will Fyffe

I'm known as Jock the keeper by the people in the village,
And there's not a poacher near when I'm around;
And the laird o the estate thinks I'm absolutely great,
That there's not a better keeper can be found;
But I know all the habits of the simple-minded rabbits,
And I'm quick enough sometimes to catch a hare;
And you can take my word, I'm also known by ev'ry bird,
But as I'm a married man I'll say nae mair.

CHORUS: But wi ma gun by ma side an my dug below ma airm,
I toddle through the heather in the gloamin.
When the old cock crows, ev'rybody knows
Ye're sure to see the keeper in the mornin.

I toddle to the village when the public hoose is open
And the village constable is there as well.
That's where we compare oor notes an wet oor thirsty throats
And lots o things each other have to tell;
And if its a rainy day, for hours and hours we stay,
And we're often known to stay till late at night;
For that's where we give evidence against the poacher lads
And we always put it down in black an white.*

[Patter omitted]

[Repeat chorus]

[* Possibly a pun on Black and White, a brand of Scotch whiskey.]


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