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not sure of title to this old song!-Banks of Clyde

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GUEST,Newfiegirl 28 Jan 12 - 11:53 AM
Reinhard 28 Jan 12 - 12:09 PM
Jim Carroll 28 Jan 12 - 12:14 PM
Jim Carroll 28 Jan 12 - 12:25 PM
Q (Frank Staplin) 28 Jan 12 - 01:50 PM
Jim Carroll 03 Feb 12 - 04:33 AM
Young Buchan 03 Feb 12 - 11:38 AM
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Subject: Lyr Req: not sure of title to this old song!
From: GUEST,Newfiegirl
Date: 28 Jan 12 - 11:53 AM

Hi,
in the second verse(course)of this song,the first two lines doesn't seem to be right,I'm guessing some lyrics are missing,if don't know the song, any suggestions what words would be good to fit in it's
place.
Thanks in advance... God Bless!!! ♥:)

Not sure but could the title of this song be "A Lad and His Lassie"?

On the banks of the Clyde stood a lad and his lassie,
The lad's name was Gordie the lassie's was Jane;
She threw her arms 'round him and cried do not leave me,
For Gordie was going for to fight for his queen.
She gave him a lock of her bright auburn tresses,
He kissed her and pressed her once more to his heart;
Till eyes spoke the love that her lips could not utter,
The last word is spoken they kissed and depart.

Over the burning plains of Egypt,
Under the scorching sun,
When he thought of the stories he'd have to tell his love,
When the fight was won.
He treasured with care that dear lock of hair,
For his own darling Jenny he prayed;
But his prayers were in vain, she will ne'er see him again,
Her lad in the Scots brigade.

Now the ocean divided the lad from his lassie,
And Gordie was forced far away o'er the foam;
His roof was the sky and his bed was the desert,
But his heart with his Jenny was always at home.
Now the morning that dawned on that famed day of battle,
Found Gordie enacting a true hero's part;
Till the enemy's bullet came into his billet,
And it burned, oh, that dear lock of hair on his heart.

Over the burning plains of Egypt,
Under the scorching sun,
When he thought of the stories he'd have to tell his love,
When the fight was won.
He treasured with care that dear lock of hair,
For his own darling Jenny he prayed;
But his prayers were in vain, she will ne'er see him again,
Her lad in the Scots brigade.

On the banks of the Clyde dwelt a heart-broken mother,
They told her of how the great victory was won;
But the glory of England to her brought no comfort,
For glory to her meant the loss of her son.
But Jenny is with her to comfort and shield her,
Together they'll weep and together they'll pray;
And Jenny her daughter will be while she lives,
For the sake of the lad who died far away.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: not sure of title to this old song!
From: Reinhard
Date: 28 Jan 12 - 12:09 PM

This is Roud 1784, variously titled "On the Banks of the Clyde", "Over the Burning Plains of Egypt", "The Scotch Brigade".


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: not sure of title to this old song!
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 28 Jan 12 - 12:14 PM

Banks of the Clyde (Roud 1784)

Verse 2 is right as I remember it
Jim Carroll


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Subject: ADD: Banks of the Clyde
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 28 Jan 12 - 12:25 PM

BANKS OF THE CLYDE

On the banks of the Clyde stood a lad and a lassie,
The lads name was Georgie and lass's was Jane.
She flung her arms around him and cried, "Do not leave me,"
For Georgie was going to fight for his queen.
She gave him a lock of the bright auburn tresses,
She kissed him, she pressed him once more to her heart.
Still his eyes spoke a line that his lips could not utter,
The last word is spoken, they kiss and they part.

(Chorus)
Over the burning plains of Egypt,
Under the scorching sun.
He thought of the stories he'd have to tell to his love,
When the fight was won.
For he treasured with care that dear lock of hair,
For his own darling Jinny he prayed,
But her prayers were in vain,
For she'd ne'er see again,
Her lad in the Scotch brigade.

Though the ocean divided the lad from his lassie,
Her Georgie was forced far away o'er the foam,
His roof was the sky, his bed was the desert,
His heart with his Jinny was always at home.
'Til the morning dawned on the famed day of battle,
Found Georgie enacting a true hero's part,
'Til an enemy's bullet brought with it its billet,
And buried the dear lock of hair in his heart.
Chorus

On the banks of the Clyde dwelt a heartbroken mother,
They told her how the great victory was won.
The glory to England to her was no comfort,
The glory to her meant the loss of her son.
But Jinny is with her to comfort and shield her,
Together they weep and together they pray,
But Jinny her daughter shall be while she lives,
For the sake of that laddie that died far away.
Chorus

The Banks of the Clyde is set in the Sudan, where British soldiers found themselves fighting between 1882 and 1898. It was issued as a broadside by Charles Sanderson of Edinburgh in the 1800s and was recorded in Scotland by the BBC in 1953 from James MacGravey of Kirkcudbright. The song seemed to be popular in Canada where several renderings have been collected, but it doesn't seem to have been very widespread in England. Fred Hamer came across it in Bedfordshire and in East Anglia members of the Ling family of Blaxhall in Suffolk sang the song, as did Walter Pardon of Knapton, Norfolk. Occomore and Spratley collected a version from Mrs Raven in Essex and I also recorded it from Manny Aldous of Great Bricett, Suffolk.

Song transcribed by John Howson
Song notes: John Howson


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: not sure of title to this old song!
From: Q (Frank Staplin)
Date: 28 Jan 12 - 01:50 PM

In a broadside from "The Poets Box," Dundee, as "The Scotch Brigade."

http://digital.nls.uk/broadsides/broadside.cfm/id/16420/transcript/1


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Subject: RE: not sure of title to this old song!-Banks of Clyde
From: Jim Carroll
Date: 03 Feb 12 - 04:33 AM

Another Banks of the Clyde; for your collection Joe - an amalgamation of this one and 'Soldier Cut Down in his Prime' recorded from Alf Wildman from Bedfordshire, by Fred Hamer; published in Garners Gay (EFDS Publications 1967)
Jim Carroll

ON THE BANKS OF THE CLYDE
Sung by Alf Wildman of Bedfordshire

On the banks of the Clyde stood a lad and a lassie,
The Lad's name was Geordie, the lass's was Sal,
She flung her arms round him and cried, Do not leave me,
For Geordie was going to fight for the Queen.

But some years later when I saw young Geordie,
Dark was the night and cold was the day,
He called for a flannel to bind his poor head with,
He was wrapped in a blanket and colder than clay.

So we'll beat the big drum and we'll play the fife merrily,
We'll play the Dead March as we carry him along,
We'll take him to the churchyard and fire three volleys o'er him,
For he's a bonny young soldier cut down in his prime.

His ag-ed mother, his white-haired old father,
Ofttimes had told him about his past life,
Never to go courting the flash girls of the city,
But in the flash girls of the city he took his delight.

And now on his tombstone you'll find these words written,
All you jolly fellows take warning from me,
And never go a-courting those flash girls of the city,
For the flash girls of the city were the ruin of me.

So we'll beat the big drum and we'll play the fife merrily,
We'll play the Dead March as we carry him along,
We'll take him to the churchyard and fire three volleys o'er him,
For he's a bonny young soldier cut down in his prime.

Sometimes known as The Young Sailor/Soldier Cut Down in His Prime or St. James' Hospital. Alf 's version is short, but it tells the whole story in a nutshell, and I have not heard his first verse anywhere else.


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Subject: RE: not sure of title to this old song!-Banks of Clyde
From: Young Buchan
Date: 03 Feb 12 - 11:38 AM

Jack Elliott (of Birtley not of Rambling) had a parody of the opening verse:
On yon bottle bank stands a lad and a lassie.
His name is Geordy as you'll understand.
He's going to fight for his queen and his country,
With a sword in his teeth and a brick in each hand.


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Subject: RE: not sure of title to this old song!-Banks of Clyde
From: GUEST,Tez Watson, nairn, Scotland
Date: 23 Aug 16 - 10:36 AM

I've just transcribed this song from a handwritten letter sent from San Francisco, California back here to Scotland in December 1908. The lad had worked his passage to find work helping rebuilding the city following the 1906 earthquake and fire, he was a joiner/carpenter.

The Scottish Brigade

On the banks of the Clyde stood a lad and a lassie,
The lad's name was Gordie, the lassie's was Jean
She flung her arms round him, and cried "Do not leave me"

For Gordie was going to fight for his Queen.
She gave him a lock of her bright golden tresses

She kissed him and pressed him once more to her heart

Till his eyes spoke of the love which words could not utter

But the last words are spoken, they kiss and they part.

Chorus
Over the burning plains of Egypt

Under a scorching sun

He thought of the stories he'd have to tell

His love when the fighting was done

He treasured with care that dear lock of hair

For his own darling Jeannie he prayed;

But his prayer was in vain, for she'll ne'er see again

Her lad in the Scottish Brigade.

Tho' an ocean divide the lad from his lassie

Tho' Gordie was forced far away o'er the foam

His roof was the sky, his bed was the desert

But his heart with his Jeannie was always at home

On the morning that dawned on the day of battle

Found, Geordie enacting a true hero's part

Till an enemy's bullet found it's billet

And buried that dear lock of hair in his heart.

On the banks of the Clyde dwelt a heartbroken mother
They told her of how the great victory was won
But the glory of England to her brought no comfort
For glory to her meant the loss of her son
But Jeannie is with her to comfort and shield her
Together they weep and together they pray

And Jeannie her daughter will be while she lives

For the sake of the laddie who died far away

I'm not sure it would have quelled his own mother's fears for his safety in the city.


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