Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree

Subject: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: GUEST,Allan
Date: 19 Feb 07 - 09:18 AM

Would like lyrics fort his song, about an old lime tree known as the duchess tree in the gardens of Gordon Castle Fochabers. Also any firtehr info re the song.

Thanks

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: An Buachaill Caol Dubh
Date: 19 Feb 07 - 02:42 PM

The music of this slow air is by James Scott Skinner, "The Strathspey King"; the words I'm sorry I don't know.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: Leadbelly
Date: 19 Feb 07 - 03:16 PM

Hi Allan,

is this what you ask for?

^^ The Rosebud:
Tune: The Duchess Tree by Scott Skinner: Lyrics, Sheena Blackhall

In a rashy den doon a flooery glen, a rosebud raised her heid
As a blackie's sang, wheepled loud an lang
Stringin notes ower the fusperin reed.
Fortune smiled on her, sair beguilin her
Gentle bud o the white brier seed
Till the tender flooer in her maiden booer, her hairt it wis tint indeed

His sable briest tae her velver reest, he wad press like a drap o dew
As the bud uncurled ilkie leaf unfurled
Fur she thocht that his luv wis true
Foo he haunted her, fair enchantit her, an tae him her thochts war thirled
Wi his glancin een an his sang sae keen
He brocht Heiven tae her ain wee warld.

Nae another bird wi its tinklin wird could draw oot her rich perfume
An her thorns sae strang should hae saved frae wrang
She wad sheath fin she heard his tune
Foo he played wi her fair enslavin her as aroon her lair he flew
Till the rosebud sweet fell in love ower deep
Wi the bird o the midnicht hue.

Bit anither booer an anither flooer catched the blackbird's wanton een
She micht prigg an plead bit he tuik nae heed, tae anither airt he's gaen
As he spoared awa wi his sang sae braw, tae the wide wide mapamoun
Fur an oor wi him this flooery gem wad hae laid her young life doon.

O a Sang in Spring it should pleisur bring fin it hauds a luv refrain
Bit fin luv's bin stown, like rose hauf blawn
Then the tune brings nocht bit pain
The rosebud fair in her thorny lair, ceased tae bloom fin love wis past
Wi a hairt o snaw, see her petals faa, in the bitterness o Winter's blast

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: GUEST,Allan
Date: 20 Feb 07 - 05:29 AM

Thanks for your lyrics however the version I have heard starts with the words

Round Gordons Castle the woods are green

the version I have heard was sung by John Mearns

Thanks for your reply

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: skipy
Date: 20 Feb 07 - 12:01 PM

Not found the words yet! but it is on
john mearns the best of
CDGR210.
Hope that helps, Skipy

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: skipy
Date: 20 Feb 07 - 12:29 PM

http://www.concordemusic.com/hermes/shop/1,1,100
available from above £10.00 + p&p.
Skipy

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: skipy
Date: 20 Feb 07 - 12:32 PM

or here @ £7.99.
http://www.rossrecords.com/index.php?select=artistsearch&artistid=1151&letter=J
Skipy

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: GUEST,Allan
Date: 20 Feb 07 - 01:23 PM

skipy
Thanks for your input

Allan

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: AT
Date: 21 Feb 07 - 02:34 PM

I now have the CD and will get words from it thanks again. And have now registered with mudcat.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE DUCHESS TREE
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 25 Feb 07 - 03:01 PM

The key to finding this one was searching for "Round Gordon Castle the woods are green," not "...Gordon's...."

Lyrics copied from The Strathspey Server:

THE DUCHESS TREE
From the Logie Collection (1888),
words by W.M.
key of Ab

Round Gordon Castle the woods are green,
And the flow'rs are fair to see;
And dear is the shade of the leafy screen,
When we meet by the Duchess Tree.

When my heart is stirred at the whisper'd word
Of the voice so dear to me;
And the rustling leaf and the warbling bird
Sound sweet in the Duchess Tree.

Let the gay lamp gleam on the glowing dance,
In the halls that ring with glee;
Far sweeter tome is the moonbeam's glance
Through the boughs of the Duchess Tree.

Like the queen of the glade, it stands arrayed
In the pride of high degree;
And long may the axe and the woodman's blade,
Spare the boughs of the Duchess Tree.

Blest be the hour in a day that is dead,
When its shoot first waved on the lea;
And blest be the hand that reared and spread
The bower of the Duchess Tree.

The world is cold like its great god, gold,
And life is a stormy sea;
But there's peace and rest, where the green boughs fold
Like a robe round the Duchess Tree.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree
From: AT
Date: 25 Feb 07 - 04:39 PM

Thanks Jim. This is exactly what I was looking for.

Allan