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18 Nov 04 - 06:32 PM (#1331591) Subject: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: friskett Hello, I'm looking for help with the lyrics of a bothy song which begins: "Oh, did ye see a tinkie's camp upon a summer's nicht The nicht afore the market, a' things goin' richt. Come a' ye tramps and hawkers, come by hill and dale, We gaithered in the gloamin' at the [Moss o' Burrowdale."] The chorus begins: "When ale was only tuppence, a tanner bought a gill." It's sung in the Doric, and being Aberdeenshire-dialect-impaired, I can't make out all the words. Any references to a written version would be appreciated! (I can't find it in the big 7 vol. Grieg-Duncan set, or by searching on the lyrics above on line.) thanks in advance for any help, k. |
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18 Nov 04 - 07:01 PM (#1331619) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: Susanne (skw) Friskett, it's Moss o' Burreldale, written by George S. Morris. I've got a recording by Frank McNally on a recently acquired CD, 'The Bothy Songs and Ballads of North East Scotland. Volume Three', but I haven't tried to transcribe the lyrics yet, so I'm hoping as much as you do that someone else will be able to help. There are two references in the forum (Aikey Brae and Songs you've posted II) but they're not much help. No DT entry. |
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18 Nov 04 - 07:14 PM (#1331633) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: akenaton I used to have a 45 of the great Jimmy McBeath singing the "moss". It was on the Collector series cant remember the label. Also on the record was the difinitive version of Tramps and Hawkers |
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18 Nov 04 - 07:21 PM (#1331639) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: GUEST,MCP Let me have something to eat, then I'll post it. Mick |
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18 Nov 04 - 07:41 PM (#1331663) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: Malcolm Douglas For some related information (and speculation), see Aikey Brae |
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18 Nov 04 - 08:23 PM (#1331703) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: friskett Wow, thanks for these swift responses. Mick, take all the time you need, I'm just delighted to know someone has it. And thanks, Malcolm, for the interesting reference to George Morris' other work. I have this song on an old field recording of mine from 1977, where it's sung by Tommie Stewart of Banchory, very much in the cornkister idiom. thanks again, k. |
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18 Nov 04 - 08:44 PM (#1331719) Subject: Lyr Add: THE MOSS O' BURRELDALE From: GUEST,MCP Here are two versions I have to hand. The first has no source given except for the attribution: "By G.S.Morris. There's a note by Jimmy McBeath with the second one and I'll put that up, along with the tunes when I've got a bit more time (Probably not before Sunday - I'm busy for the next few days). Mick THE MOSS O' BURRELDALE Hiv ye i-ver seen a tinkler's camp upon a simmer's nicht, On the nicht afore the market, fan a' things gaun richt, Fan a' the tramps an' hawkers they come fae hill an' dale, Tae gither in the gloamin' on the Moss o' Burreldale. Fan the ale wis only tuppence an' a tanner bocht a gill, A besom or a tilley-pan, or a shelt we aye could sell, An' we a' forgot oor troubles ower a "forty "o' sma' ale, Fan we gaithered in the gloamin' on the Moss o' Burreldale Jock Stewart, he wid hae a fecht, an' took his jeckit aff, Bit Squeakin' Annie sattled him, we a' got sic a laugh. She ran ower amang the tilley-pans, for a wee fite iron pail An' skeppit him like a swarm o' bees on the Moss o' Burreldale. Noo little Jaimie Docherty, a horeseman great wis he, So he jumpit on a shaltie's back, some tricks tae lat us see. Bit a callant shoved some prickly whins aneath the shaltie's tail. Heidfirst he shot in a mossy pot on the Moss o' Burreldale. By this time Stewart got the pail torn aff his achin' heid, An' kickit up an awfu' soun' eneuch tae wauk the deid. Bit Annie roared, "Come on, Macduff, tho' I should get the gaol! Pit them up, ma mannie, ye're nae fit for Annie, the Rose o' Burreldale." Bit Annie wis nae langer heard fan muckle Jock McQueen, He startit tunin' up the pipes he bocht in Aiberdeen. He blew sae hard, the skin was thin, the bag began tae swell, An' awa' flew Jock wi' the sheepskin pyok ower the Moss o' Burreldale. The dogs they startit barkin', the cuddy roared "hee-haw!" The tramps and hawkers a' turned roun' an' sic a sicht they saw. 'Twis Docherty as black's Auld Nick, the bairns lat oot a yell. We shoodered oor packs an' a made tracks fae the Moss o' Burreldale. Bit noo the spring cairt's oot o' date, the shaltie it's ower slow. The tramps and hawkers noo-a-days hae langer roads tae go. We a' maun hae a motor-car if we wint oor goods tae sell. Bit I'll ne'er forget the nichts we met on the Moss o' Burreldale. Source: Buchan & Hall: The Scottish Folksinger THE MOSS O' BURRELDALE Have ye ever seen a tinkler's camp upon a summer's night A night before a market wen all things goin' right - When a' the tramps and hawkers they come from hill and dale - To gather in the gloamin' in the Moss o' Burreldale? Man, the ale was only tippence and a tanner bought a gill A besom or a tilley-pan, a shelt we aye could sell Aye, we a' forgot our troubles o'er a forty o' smal' ale As we gathered in the gloamin' in the Moss o' Burreldale The time was ne'er long that day when muckle Jock McQueen He started tuning up his pipes he bought in Aberdeen He blew so hard, the skin was thin, the bag began to swell And awa' flew Jock wi' his sheepskin piock o'er the Moss o' Burreldale Now our Jock swore he'd ha'e a fight and tore his jacket off But squeakin' Annie settled him, we a' got such a laugh Heaved him o'er amang the tilley-pans wi' a wee bit iron pail An' she scabed him like a swarm of bees on the Moss o' Burreldale Noo little Jimmy Docherty, a horseman great was he He jump-ed on a sheltie's back, some tricks to let us see But a gallant shoved some prickly whims beneath the sheltie's tail He cast a shot in the mossy pot in the Moss o' Burreldale By this time Stewart got the pail torn off his achin' heid An' kick-ed up an a'fu' sound, enough to wak' the deid When Annie said: Come on. my duff, now I shall get a gill Put them up, my manny, ye're nae fit for Annie, the Rose o' Burreldale O the dogs they started barkin' an' the clippie roared hee-haw The tramps and hawkers a' stood roond and sic a sight we saw It was Docherty as black as nicht, the bairns were told to yiel' We showed them for packs, we a' made tracks from the Moss o' Burreldale O the spring-cairt is let gairt, the shelty is o'er flow The tramps and hawkers noo-a-days they've langer roads to go They a', man, hae a motor-car their winter goods for sale I'll ne'er forget the nicht we spent in the Moss o' Burreldale Source: Kennedy: Folksongs of Britain & Ireland, from Jimmy McBeath (rec Ennis 1952) |
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19 Nov 04 - 04:40 PM (#1332752) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Moss o' Burradale (?) From: friskett Hello Mick, Many thanks, that's great! k. |
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23 Nov 04 - 11:43 AM (#1336567) Subject: Tune Add: THE MOSS O' BURRELDALE From: GUEST,MCP And here are the tunes as promised. The chorus in the 2nd version uses the same tune as the verse. Mick X: 1 T:The Moss O' Burreldale M:4/4 L:1/8 S:Norman Buchan & Peter Hall: The Scottish Folksinger K:G B>A|G>AG>E D>CB,>C|D<DG>F G2 w:Hiv ye i-ver seen a tink-ler's camp up-on a sim-mer's nicht, G>A|B>AG>E D2 B,>D|(E<A)A>B A2 w:On the nicht a-fore the mar-ket, fan a'_ things gaun richt, (B>A)|G>AG>E D2 B,>D|D<Dc>B A2 w:Fan_ a' the tramps an' haw-kers they come fae hill an' dale, (B>c)|d>Bc>A G<BD>D|E<GDF G2 w:Tae_ gaith-er in the gloa-min' on the Moss o' Bur-rel-dale. D>D|G>FG>A B<BB>A|G>AG>E D3 w: Fan the ale wis on-ly tup-pence an' a tan-ner bocht a gill, D|E>DE>G D>EFB,/C/|D<Dc>B A2 w:A be-som or a til-ley pan, or a shelt we aye could sell, B>c|d>Bc>A G>BDD/D/|E>GD>B A2 w:An' we a' for-got oor trou-bles ow-er a "for-ty "o' sma' ale, B>A|G>AG>E D>CB,>C|D<GG>F G2|| w:Fan we gaith-ered in the gloa-min' on the Moss o' Bur-rel-dale X: 2 T:The Moss O' Burreldale M:6/8 L:1/8 S:Peter Kennedy: Folk Songs of Britain & Ireland originally from Jimmy McBeath K:G B2 A|G2 A G2 E|D2 C B,2 D|E G2 G2 A|G3- G2 w:Have ye ev-er seen a tink-ler's camp upon a sum-mer's night_ A|B2 B B2 A|(G2 E) D2 D|E2 A (A B2)|A3- A2 w:A night be-fore a mar_ket when all things goin_' right_ A|G2 G E2 G|(D2 C) B,2 C|D2 D c2 B|A3- A2 w:When a' the tramps and haw_kers they come from hill and dale_ B|d2 c B2 A|G2 E D2 D|E2 G G A2|G3|| w:To gath-er in the gloam-in' in the Moss o' Bur-rel-dale? |
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15 Mar 14 - 07:26 AM (#3609834) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Moss o' Burreldale From: GUEST,Joss My Great Grandad was 'Muckle Jock McQueen', from Old Meldrum. |
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15 Mar 14 - 11:59 AM (#3609883) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Moss o' Burreldale From: GUEST,leeneia Joss: neat! I looked up 'moss' in my dictionary. It means a bog or swamp, or 'a peat bog, as in the Scottish borders.' If the tinkers had to camp in a bog, I feel sorry for them. |
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20 Mar 14 - 10:34 AM (#3611156) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Moss o' Burreldale From: GUEST Leeneia, the Moss O' Burreldale is not in the Scottish Borders, and it was a place where Travelling Folk from the North East of Scotland met. They shared a richness of songs, storytelling and were hard working folk. I don't think anyone in general, would camp in a bog, do you ? |