Lyr Req: Donald Macdonald (The McCalmans)

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donald MacDonald by The McCalmans
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 06:10 PM

The lyrics OldPossum has posted above are exactly as they appear in The Modern Scottish Minstrel; or, the Songs of Scotland of the Past Half Century, Vol II edited by Charles Rogers (Edinburgh: Adam & Charles Black, 1856), page 48.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Donald MacDonald by The McCalmans
From: Folkie Frank
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 10:58 AM

I had no idea that the lyrics were on the album cover.
Thank you so much OldPossum.

Subject: Lyr Add: DONALD MACDONALD (James Hogg)
From: OldPossum
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 09:38 AM

DONALD MACDONALD
(James Hogg)

My name it is Donald Macdonald,
I leeve in the Highlands sae grand;
I ha'e follow'd our banner, and will do,
Wherever my master has land.
When rankit amang the blue bonnets,
Nae danger can fear me ava';
I ken that my brethren around me
Are either to conquer or fa':
Brogues an' brochin an' a';
Brochin an' brogues an' a';
An' is nae her very weel aff,
Wi' her brogues and brochin an' a'?

What though we befriendit young Charlie?–
To tell it I dinna think shame;
Poor lad! he cam' to us but barely,
An' reckon'd our mountains his hame.
'Twas true that our reason forbade us,
But tenderness carried the day;
Had Geordie come friendless amang us,
Wi' him we had a' gane away.
Sword an' buckler an' a',
Buckler an' sword an' a';
Now for George we'll encounter the devil,
Wi' sword an' buckler an' a'!

An' O, I wad eagerly press him
The keys o' the East to retain;
For should he gi'e up the possession,
We'll soon ha'e to force them again;
Than yield up an inch wi' dishonour,
Though it were my finishing blow,
He aye may depend on Macdonald,
Wi' his Hielanders a' in a row:
Knees an' elbows an' a',
Elbows an' knees an' a';
Depend upon Donald Macdonald,
His knees an' elbows an' a'.

Wad Bonaparte land at Fort William,
Auld Europe nae langer should grane;
I laugh when I think how we'd gall him
Wi' bullet, wi' steel, an' wi' stane;
Wi' rocks o' the Nevis and Garny
We'd rattle him off frae our shore,
Or lull him asleep in a cairny,
An' sing him–"Lochaber no more!"
Stanes an' bullets an' a',
Bullets an' stanes an' a';
We'll finish the Corsican callan
Wi' stanes an' bullets an' a'.

For the Gordon is good in a hurry,
An' Campbell is steel to the bane,
An' Grant, an' Mackenzie, an' Murray,
An' Cameron will hurkle to nane;
The Stuart is sturdy an' loyal,
An' sae is Macleod an' Mackay;
An' I, their gude-brither Macdonald,
Shall ne'er be the last in the fray!
Brogues an' brochin an' a',
Brochin an' brogues an' a';
An' up wi' the bonny blue bonnet,
The kilt an' the feather an' a'.

Source: The cover of the LP The McCalmans - The Ettrick Shepherd - Greenwich Village GVR 209.

Subject: Lyr Req: Donald MacDonald by The McCalmans
From: Folkie Frank
Date: 28 Nov 17 - 02:45 AM

I'm wanting to chord tab the song Donald McDonald as recorded by The McCalmans on their 1980 album The Ettrick Shepherd, presumably composed by James Hogg about a couple of centuries ago.

I managed to track down a couple of verses and their choruses, but I'm still missing 3 verses and their respective choruses. These are what I need help with please. I'm afraid the Scots brogue escapes my ear.

This is the recording by The McCalmans:
Donald MacDonald

The tempo is very fast, making it difficult to hear the lyrics. However, I managed to slow down the tempo without changing the pitch, of which I have a copy. If you would like a copy of the slowed down mp3, please let me know how I can get it to you.

These are the lyrics I managed to find:

My name is Donald MacDonald
I leeve in the Highlands so grand
I ha'e followed our banner, and will do
Wherever my master has land
When rankit amang the blue bonnets
Nae danger can lear me ava
I ken that my brethren around me
Are either to conquer or fa'

Brogues an' brochin an' a'
Brochin an' brogues an' a'
An' is nae her very weel aff
Wi' her brogues an' brochin an' a'?

[Verse and Chorus missing here]

[Verse and Chorus missing here]

Wad Bonaparte land at Forty William
Auld Europe nae langer should grane
I laugh when I think how we'd gall him
Wi' bullet, wi' steel an' wi' stane
Wi' rocks o' the Nevis and Garney
We'd rattle him off frae our shore
Or lull him asleep in a cairny
An' sing him, "Lochaber no more!"

Stanes an' bullets an' a'
Bullets an' stanes an' a'
We'll finish the Corsican callant
Wi' stanes an' bullets an' a'

[Verse and Chorus missing here]

My thanks to any who can help.