Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie

Subject: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang Hell
Date: 10 Jul 97 - 05:53 AM

I'm looking for the lyrics to the song "Up and rin awa, Geordie". Any help? Wolfgang

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Don of POTEEN
Date: 22 Jul 97 - 07:10 PM

Wolfgang; Rings of Battlefield Band to me! I'll have to check

Don of Poteen

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 28 Jul 97 - 12:43 PM

Don of Poteen, that could well be. I heard it from the McCalmans.

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 26 May 00 - 05:37 AM

refresh for a new try.

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Scabby Douglas
Date: 26 May 00 - 08:51 AM

search the database for:

BATTLE OF FALKIRK MUIR

Sorry I can't do the blue clicky thing

It's Up and rin awa' Hawley...

Hielan' Geordie's at yer tail

Battlefield Band was right, tho it's a Jacobite ballad ( can't remember whether it was the 1715 or 1745 tho)

Cheers M'dears..

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 26 May 00 - 09:04 AM

Chanty,
thanks for trying, but it's not the same song. When I first saw the Battle of Falkirk I also thought I had found it.
one line I remember: "for fate is done in Cumberland"

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: GUEST,Bruce O.
Date: 26 May 00 - 06:55 PM

Is it perhaps "Up and rin awa, Willie" with a change of name?

Up and rin awa, Willie,
Up and rin awa, Willie;
The Highland clans will rise again,
And chase you far awa, Willie.

Fist half verse from Hogg's 'Jacobite Relics', II, 1821

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Malcolm Douglas
Date: 26 May 00 - 09:14 PM

I had wondered about that.  No mention of Cumberland, though...

Malcolm

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 29 May 00 - 04:21 AM

Thanks for the hint, a good start for further search. The guess is probably true (see this request from Herma I found now).

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 30 May 00 - 04:24 AM

It seems to be another song; more information:

according to the notes on a McCalmans' record the author is J.W.Hogg and the song is a song against George I.
The singing is extremely difficult to understand for me but here's a bit of the chorus:

Rise up and rin awa, Geordie,
up and rin awa, Geordie,
for (your?) fate is done in Cumberland,
your troops can march awa.

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: John in Brisbane
Date: 30 May 00 - 10:09 AM

I have yet another Willie version which is different to the two versions I could find in the DT, reputedly from 'Jacobite Relics' but alas unlike Wolfgang's specific request. Regards, John

Subject: RE: lyrics req: Up and rin awa Geordie
From: Wolfgang
Date: 18 Nov 02 - 11:12 AM

Another try after a long break. Any takers?

Wolfgang

Subject: Lyr Add: THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK MUIR
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Aug 11 - 06:49 PM

Despite Wolfgang's comment that this is not the one he wanted, I suppose this is as good a place as any to post these lyrics:

From Jacobite Minstrelsy by Robert Malcolm (Glasgow: R. Griffin, 1828), page 215:


THE BATTLE OF FALKIRK MUIR.*

Up and rin awa, Hawley,
Up and rin awa, Hawley;
The philabegs are coming down
To gie your lugs a claw, Hawley.
Young Charlie's face, at Dunipace,
Has gien your mou' a thraw, Hawley;
A blasting sight for bastard wight,
The warst that e'er he saw, Hawley.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Gae dight your face, and turn the chase,
For fierce the wind does blaw, Hawley;
And Highland Geordie's at your tail,
Wi' Drummond, Perth, and a', Hawley.
Had ye but staid wi' lady's maid
An hour, or maybe twa, Hawley,
Your bacon bouk and bastard snout,
Ye might hae sav'd them a', Hawley.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Whene'er you saw the bonnets blue
Down frae the Torwood draw, Hawley,
A wisp in need did you bestead,
Perhaps you needed twa, Hawley.
And General Husk, that battle-busk,
The prince o' warriors a', Hawley,
With whip and spur he cross'd the furr,
As fast as he could ca', Hawley.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

I hae but just ae word to say,
And ye maun hear it a', Hawley;
We came to charge wi' sword and targe,
And nae to hunt ava, Hawley.
When we came down aboon the town,
And saw nae faes at a', Hawley,
We couldna, sooth! believe the truth,
That ye had left us a', Hawley.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Nae man bedeen believ'd his een,
Till your brave back he saw, Hawley,
That bastard brat o' foreign cat
Had neither pluck nor paw, Hawley.
We didna ken but ye were men
Wha fight for foreign law, Hawley.
Gae fill your wame wi' brose at hame,
It fits you best of a', Hawley.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

The very frown o' Highland loon,
It girt you drip the jaw, Hawley,
It hap's the face of a' disgrace,
And sickened Southern maw, Hawley.
The very gleam o' Highland flame,
It pat ye in a thaw, Hawley.
Gae back and kiss your daddie's miss;
Ye're nought but cowards a', Hawley.
    Up and scour awa, Hawley,
    Up and scour awa, Hawley;
    The Highland dirk is at your doup,
    And that's the Highland law, Hawley.

* After Prince Charles' army had crossed the border, on their return from England, he directed his march by the way of Dumfries to Glasgow, where he exacted heavy contributions, on account of its attachment to the existing government, for whose service it had raised a regiment of 900 men, under the command of the Earl of Home. He then advanced towards Stirling, when, being joined by Lord John Drummond with considerable reinforcements, he invested the castle commanded by General Blakeney. In their operations here, however, very little progress was made, and it was soon learned that General Hawley, who had succeeded Cope in the command of the Government forces in Scotland, was approaching from Edinburgh with a view to relieve Stirling Castle. This intelligence was received on the 13th of January, while the Highland army was cantoned about Bannockburn. Next day Hawley's army arrived at Falkirk, and it was instantly resolved by the Prince to attack it. On the 17th, everything was in readiness, and the Highlanders began their march in two columns, and had forded the Carron, within three miles of the English camp, before their intention was discovered. Such was Hawley's obstinacy, self-conceit, or contempt of his enemy, that he slighted the repeated intelligence he had received of their motions and designs, in the firm belief that they durst not hazard an engagement. He was very soon convinced of his mistake. The Highlanders advanced, and attacked with the same impetuosity as at Prestonpans. The royal army, after one irregular discharge, turned their backs, and fled in the utmost consternation. In all probability, few or none of them would have escaped, had not General Husky, and Brigadier Cholmondely rallied part of some regiments and made a stand, which favoured the retreat of the rest to Falkirk, from whence they retired in confusion to Edinburgh, leaving possession of the field of battle, and part of their tents and artillery to the enemy. This song is ludicrously commemorative of the battle, and is exceedingly severe on General Hawley, who was reputed to be a natural son of King George. By "Highland Geordie," is meant the Lord George Murray, who that day led the Prince's troops to the attack with all his accustomed decision of bravery. The air of the song is obviously the popular one of "Up and waur than a', Willie."

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: GUEST,Jim I
Date: 05 Aug 11 - 09:10 PM

How about this one which I believe was also by Hogg?

Up and waur them a', Willie

When we went to the field of war
And tae the weapon shaw,
Wi' true design to tae serve our king
And chase our faes awa'
Lords and lairds came there bedeen
And wow gin they were sma'
While pipers played fae right to left,
Fy, furich whigs awa'.

Chorus
Up and waur them a', Willie;
Up and waur them a'
Up and sell your sour milk
And dance and ding them a'.

And when our army was drawn up,
The bravest e'er I saw
We didna doubt to rax the rout
And win the day and a'
Oot ower the brae it was nae play
Tae get a better fa'.
While pipers played fae right to left,
Fy furich Whigs awa'.

When brawly they attacked our left,
Our front and flank and a'
Our bold commander on the field
Our faes their left did ca'.
And there the greatest slaughter made
That e'er poor Donald saw,
While pipers played fae right to left,
Fy furich Whigs awa'

First when they saw our Hielan mob,
They swore they'd slay us a'
Yet yin gin fyled his breeks for fear
And so did run awa'
We drove them back tae Bonnybrigs,
Dragoons and foot and a'
While pipers played fae right to left,
Fy furich Whigs awa'.

But when their general view our lines
And them in order saw,
He straight did march into the town
And back his left did draw.
Then we taught them the better gate
Tae get a better fa'
While pipers played fae right to left,
Fy furich Whigs awa'.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Aug 11 - 11:05 PM

Another possibly related song, from Jacobite Minstrelsy by Robert Malcolm (Glasgow: R. Griffin, 1828), page 314:


BATTLE OF VAL.*

    Up and rin awa, Willie,
    Up and rin awa, Willie;
    Culloden's laurels you have lost,
    Your puff'd-up looks, and a', Willie.

This check o' conscience for your sins,
It stings you to the saul, Willie,
And breaks your measures this campaign,
As much as Lowendahl, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Whene'er great Saxe your troops attack'd,
About the village Val, Willie,
To scour awa ye wasna slack,
For fear you'd get a ball, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

In just reward for their misdeeds,
Your butchers gat a fa' Willie;
And a' that liv'd ran aff wi' speed
To Maestricht's strang wa', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Baith Scott and Lockhart's sent to hell,
For to acquaint mamma, Willie,
That shortly you'll be there yoursel,
To roast ayont them a', Willie.
Up and rin awa, &c.

The Maese you cross'd just like a thief,
To feed on turnips raw, Willie,
In place of our good Highland beef,
With which you gorg'd your maw, Willie,
    Up and rin awa, &c.

To Hanover I pray begone,
Your daddie's dirty sta', Willie,
And look on that as your ain hame,
And come na here at a', Willie.
    It's best to bide awa, Willie,
    It's best to bide awa, Willie,
    For our brave prince will soon be back,
    Your loggerhead to claw, Willie.

* The fate of the house of Stuart being scaled by the victory gained at Culloden, the Duke of Cumberland, after reducing the Highlands, embarked for Flanders, and about January, 1747, joined the Allied Powers in their war against France. The forces of the Confederates, amounting to 120,000 men, were allowed to lie inactive in their camps for six weeks, exposed to the inclemency of the weather, and almost destitute of forage and provisions, while the French, commanded by Mareshal Saxe, Counts Lowendahl an De Clermont were comfortably lodged in cantonments at Bruges, Brussels, and Antwerp,—Mareshal Saxe declaring, "that when the Allied forces had been reduced by sickness and mortality, he would convince Cumberland that the first duty of a general was to provide for the health and preservation of his troops."

On the 20th June, both armies took the field, when a most sanguinary conflict took place at the village of Val, three miles west from Maestricht, which terminated in the defeat of Cumberland, and hts retreat to the latter place, having sustained a lose of 6000 men, 16 pieces of cannon, &c. During the whole of this campaign, Count Lowendahl was eminently successful in defeating the plans of Cumberland; and the French King, who visited his army in person, the same year, was so pleased with the exertions of the Count, that he promoted him to the rank of a Mareshal of France, and at the same time appointed Mareshal Saxe governor of the conquered Netherlands.

Subject: Lyr Req: UP AND RIN AWA, WILLIE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Aug 11 - 11:24 PM

Another possibly related song, from Jacobite Minstrelsy by Robert Malcolm (Glasgow: R. Griffin, 1828), page 297:


UP AND RIN AWA, WILLIE.*

    Up and rin awa, Willie,
    Up and rin awa, Willie;
    The Highland clans will rise again,
    And chase you far awa, Willie.

Prince Charles he'll be down again,
With clans both great and sma', Willie,
To play your king a bonny spring,
And make you pay for a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c,

Therefore give o'er to burn and slay,
And ruin send on a', Willie,
Or you may get your butcher horns
Your own dirge for to blaw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

For had the clans been in your way,
As they were far awa, Willie,
They'd chas'd you faster aff the field
Than ever wind did blaw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

You may thank God for evermore,
That deil a clan you saw, Willie,
Wi' pistol, durk, or edge claymore,
Your loggerhead to claw, Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

Then take my last and best advice,
Pack bag and baggage a', Willie,
To Hanover, if you be wise,
Take Feck and George and a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.

There's one thing I'd almost forgot,
Perhaps there may be twa, Willie:
Be sure to write us back again,
How they receiv'd you a', Willie.
    Up and rin awa, &c.


* This Song is from the MSS, of Mr Hardie of Glasgow. The historical allusions are not quite correct; but it breathes the real spirit of Jacobitism, and the expression is well adapted to the original air.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 05 Aug 11 - 11:34 PM

Allmusic.com confirms that The McCalmans did indeed record a song called UP AND RIN AWA' GEORDIE on their album "Peace & Plenty" (1986). It is attributed to "Hogg, Shepherd." I'm guessing that would be James Hogg (1770-1835), and "Shepherd" is simply a scribe's misunderstanding of Hogg's sobriquet "The Ettrick Shepherd."

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: GUEST,Wolfgang
Date: 28 Jul 12 - 01:01 PM

Found here: Songs by the Ettrick shepherd Fixed it--you missed a "<". (Mod)

The text is obviously scanned and therefore has some typos left. I have only corrected the most obvious for what my text processing considers an error might be perfect Scottish.

Wolfgang

UP AN' RIN AWA*, GEORDIE.

It is a pity that we cannot father this on the ideal " Dwomony" altogether. However, it is not just so bad when considered that it is an answer to a Whig song of 1746, beginning, ** Up ai^* rin awa*, Charlie," &c

Up an' rin awa', Geordie,

Up an' rin. awa', Geordie,
For feint a stand in Cumberland

Your troops can mak ava, Geordie.
Your bauld militia are in qualms.

In ague fits an' a', Geordie,
And auntie Wade, wi' pick an' spade.

Is delving through the snaw, Greordie.
Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.

The lads o' Westmoreland came up,
An' wow but they were braw, Geordie,

But took the spavie in their houghs.
An' limpit fast awa', Geordie.


O had ye seen them at their posts,
Wi' backs against the wa', Greordie,

Ye wad hae thought — It matters not—
Flee over seas awa', Geordie.

Up an* rin awa', Geordie, &c.

These Highland dogs, wi' hose an' brogs.

They dree nae cauld at a', Geordie;
Their hides ai-e tann'd like Kendal bend.

An' proof to frost an' snaw, Geordie.
They dive like moudies in the yird.

Like squirrels mount a wa', Geordie ;
An' auld Carlisle, baith tower an' pile,

Has got a waesome fa', Geordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.

Brave Sir John Pennington is fled.
An' Doctor Waugh an' a', Geordie ;

And Humphrey Stenhouse he is lost,
And Aeron-bank's but raw, Geordie.

And Andrew Pattison's laid bye.

The prince of provosts a', Geordie j

'Tis hard to thole, for gallant soul
Hi» froBtit thumbs to blaw, Geordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c»

Prince Charlie Stuart's ta'en the road.

As fast as he can ca', Geordie.
The drones to drive frae out the hive.

An' banish foreign law, Geordie.
He's a'er the Mersey, horse an' foot,

An' braid claymores an' a', Geordie ;
An' awsome forks, an' Highland durks.

An' thae's the warst of a', Greordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.

I canna tell, ye ken yoursell.

Your faith, an^ trust, an' a', Geordie ;
But 'tis o'er true your cause looks blue,

'Tis best to pack awa', Geordie.
An' ye maun tak your foreign bike.

Your Turks, an' queans, an' a', Geordie,
To pluff an' trig your braw new wig,

An' your daft pow to claw, Geordie.
Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c

There's ae thing I had maist forgot,

Perhaps there may be twa, Geordie :
Indite us back, when ye gang hame.

How they received you a', Geordie.
An' tell us how the langkail thrive.

An' how the turnips raw, Geordie ;
An' how the seybos an' the leeks

Are brairding through the snaw, Geordie.
Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.

That Hanover's a dainty place,

It suits you to a straw, Geordie ;
Where ane may tame a buxom dame,

An' chain her to a wa', Geordie.
An' there a man may burn his cap.

His hat, an' wig, an' a', Geordie ;
They're a' sae daft, your scanty wits

Will ne'er be miss'd awa, Geordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.

You've lost the land o' cakes an' weir,
Auld Caledonia, Geordie ;
Where fient a stand in a' the land.

Your Whigs can mak awa, Geordie.
Then tak leg-bail, an' fare-ye-weel.

Your motley group an' a' Geordie ;
There's mony a ane has rued the day
That ye cam here ava, Geordie.
Up an' rin awa', Geordie,
Up an' rin awa', Geordie,
For fient a stand in all England
Your Whigs dare mak awa, Geordie !

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: GUEST,Wolfgang
Date: 28 Jul 12 - 01:02 PM

Oh, well, out of practise.

Wolfgang

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Up and Rin Awa Geordie
From: GUEST,Wolfgang
Date: 28 Jul 12 - 01:10 PM

And with the help of the same website, here's (more or less) what the McCalmans are singing on Peace & Plenty.

Wolfgang

UP AN' RIN AWA*, GEORDIE.


Rise up an' rin. awa', Geordie,
For feint a stand in Cumberland

Your troops can mak ava, Geordie.
Your bauld militia are in qualms.

In ague fits an' a', Geordie,
And auntie Wade, wi' pick an' spade.

Is delving through the snaw, Greordie.
Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.



These Highland dogs, wi' hose an' brogs.

They dree nae cauld at a', Geordie;
Their hides ai-e tann'd like Kendal bend.

An' proof to frost an' snaw, Geordie.
They dive like moudies in the yird.

Like squirrels mount a wa', Geordie ;
An' auld Carlisle, baith tower an' pile,

Has got a waesome fa', Geordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.



Prince Charlie Stuart's ta'en the road.

As fast as he can ca', Geordie.
The drones to drive frae out the hive.

An' banish foreign law, Geordie.
He's a'er the Mersey, horse an' foot,

An' braid claymores an' a', Geordie ;
An' awsome forks, an' Highland durks.

An' thae's the warst of a', Greordie.

Up an' rin awa', Geordie, &c.


First verse is repeated.