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Tune Req: Oran Mor Song to MacGillivray
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Subject: Tune Req: Oran Mor Song to MacGillivray From: JMB Date: 18 Dec 17 - 10:07 AM Good day. I found Oran Mor (Great Song) to MacGillivray of Dunmaglas on the Clan MacGillivray website. They only had English lyrics. There was no sheet music or recording. I was wondering if anyone knows if there is a score in existance to these lyrics. I tried Google searching but was I unsuccessful in my search. any assistance would be greatly appreciated. Moran taing / Many thanks. |
Subject: RE: Tune Req: Oran Mor Song to MacGillivray From: JMB Date: 29 Dec 17 - 08:20 PM Refresh. Any takers? |
Subject: RE: Tune Req: Oran Mor Song to MacGillivray From: GUEST,Philippa Date: 30 Dec 17 - 09:17 PM it just might help if you give the the English lyrics |
Subject: RE: Tune Req: Oran Mor Song to MacGillivray From: JMB Date: 09 Mar 18 - 06:54 PM Here are English lyrics: SONG TO MACGILLIVRAY OF DUNMAGLASS (ORAN DO MHACGHILLEBHRAIGH AN DUIN) By John Donn M'James V'David (Le Iain Donn MacSheumais 'Ic Dhaibhidh) My love to the warlike race The gentle, vigourous, flourishing Active, of great fame, beloved Whom we have over us, The race that will not wither, and has descended Long from every side, Excellent M'Gillivrays of the Doun, Whom I shall ever hold in esteem. Your race was not begotten Of weeds, nor of worthless grass, Nor did it grow in the edges of the field, But sprang from the finest of the wheat; These are the excellent plants, Healthy, erect, pure, soft, Who would raise a banner on its staff Around Lachlan the Beloved When you would get early on foot You would not seek idleness or rest, When the banner was raised Ye would not refuse to move to the music of the pipe. Cold blades in your grasp, Steel shields in the hands of the heroes, Gentlemen who would not grudge loss Driving enough of cattle before them. Handsome, excellent gentlemen Who would not spare themselves in army or camp, Marching over moss and hill, army or Wood, and in rough places, hollows and mountains, Who would not spare their effects Nor their high precious blood To avoid danger That William might never be in difficulty. But excellent, well-made, vigorous men, As meek and gentle as a woman, As meek and soft As a woman who wears head dress, As nimble and fierce As an armed hero to give an angry blow, Liberal as a Duke Is Farquhar of the Doun in truth. The excellent Farquhar Is without deceit, Without failing, or cunning, Straight-forward, open, warm, Single-minded, without hypocrisy, Liberal, heroic, bold, Chief of those of excellent fame, Spite of the Lowlander's craft Thou art the head of the cause of the crown. At short warning Thy friends will come from North and South, Men of excellent form From Mull of the green hills like waves, Pennyghael with his men Will come over the high-swelling waves, They will come in a moment Lest thou shouldest have any annoyance. From Aberchalder also The heroes will certainly come forth, Seed of them who are now no more, Who were just, upright, righteous; It was their delight to speak Of these things around the table; Many is the friend Who dwells around thee. From Dulcrombie of the hills, The rocks and the grey glens, The hero will come in haste, Who is not soft in the conflict of swords, The neat spotted shield And the firm sword in his hand, That would frighten the Lowlander When his spirit would be up. The children of John without fault, Race of William, son of gray Farquhar, Who would draw blood in the hunt. Few are they that would not trust them, Often hast thou bought the drove Without obligation save the touch of thy right thumb, And paid again in truth With gold and grey silver. The sportsmen will be found On the summit of the high mountains; Thy race were destructive To the sharp-horned hart of the hills; The roebuck would be in haste And the son of the dog in pursuit at his heels; Many of the entrails of the deer Which the flayers of the skin would leave on the ground. O King! Joyful would we be When returning home to rest. Though the hero might be wearied, Every man's business would be in his hand, He would have the joy of drinking, And the sounds of the sweetest music, With them of the fairest locks Who could reply in the choicest conversation. Also with the fairest spouse, The gentle woman with the fair curled hair, Hospitality without stint, The sound of strings As usual tuned We were cheered around each table. Without want, without wound, without misfortune, The heroes had amusement indeed When the drinking horns were placed around the table. It was the custom of the hero To take wine as his drink Alongside of the wife, The fairest and gentlest of disposition, That was the companionship without deceit, In which the love of each was manifest, Without hatred or ill-will in their heart, But honour with pleasure is their disposition. |
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