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28 Jan 05 - 12:26 PM (#1391426) Subject: Lyr Req: Return No More From: GUEST,isobel I have been searching high and low for the lyrics to this one, it's on Robin Williamson's "songs of love and Parting", all i can remeber is the chorus, "Return no more, the piper playing, The ship must sail, and so must we return no more, my heart is aching, and bitter tears i'll cry for thee. |
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28 Jan 05 - 04:18 PM (#1391641) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Return No More From: Wolfgang A beautiful song. The lyrics are included in the LP. You must have the song on another medium than I have. I'm right now not where my LPs are. But I won't forget the request. Look here next Tuesday or Wednesday and you'll find them. The song starts: In bonnie Strathnavan, we had game and plenty... Wolfgang |
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29 Jan 05 - 07:11 PM (#1392717) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Return No More From: Jim Dixon "Songs of Love and Parting" and "Five Bardic Mysteries" have been combined and re-released as one CD: TMC #9403, 1994. However, this now appears to be out of print also. |
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31 Jan 05 - 05:12 AM (#1394045) Subject: Lyr Add: RETURN NO MORE (Robin Williamson) From: Wolfgang RETURN NO MORE (Robin Williamson, copyright 1980) In bonny Strathnaver we had game and plenty our moorland birds our mountain deer. Clear ran the rivers with trout and salmon before the gentry forced their game laws here. Chorus: Return no more, the piper's playing, The ship must sail, and so must we. Return no more, my heart is breaking and bitter tears I'll cry for thee. For Cheviot sheep and for greed they drove us from our native homes and rightful land. It was Patrick Sellars put this sorrow on us with the fire and the guns of his clearance gangs. They burned our houses and our belongings, they drove us out with what clothes we wore in bitter winter, devoid of shelter, to where the cruel waves break upon the rocky shore. No work in Glasgow, no food to travel, among the rocks our cattle died. We sold salt herrings, we lived on nettles 'til there was little left us but just our pride. Then by the thousands and the tens of thousands as indentured servants our passage paid with our wedding rings and our fathers' medals to sail for Canadian shores or Americay. Author's notes: This is about the Highland Clearances, a long succession of brutal evictions begun in the early 19th century to open up land for sheep farming. One of the most vicious was the Strathnaver clearance of 1814. A contemporary newspaper account of the sailing of an emmigrant vessel mentions the lament played by a local piper on that occasion: Cha till mi tuille - I shall return no more. Hence the title here. Wolfgang |
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06 May 16 - 06:25 AM (#3788914) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Return No More From: GUEST,Random passerby Thankee kindly, Wolfgang. :) |