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19 Feb 07 - 09:18 AM (#1972428) Subject: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: GUEST,Allan 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 |
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19 Feb 07 - 02:42 PM (#1972746) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: An Buachaill Caol Dubh The music of this slow air is by James Scott Skinner, "The Strathspey King"; the words I'm sorry I don't know. |
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19 Feb 07 - 03:16 PM (#1972792) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: Leadbelly 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 |
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20 Feb 07 - 05:29 AM (#1973418) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: GUEST,Allan 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 |
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20 Feb 07 - 12:01 PM (#1973794) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: skipy Not found the words yet! but it is on john mearns the best of CDGR210. Hope that helps, Skipy |
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20 Feb 07 - 12:29 PM (#1973820) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: skipy http://www.concordemusic.com/hermes/shop/1,1,100 available from above £10.00 + p&p. Skipy |
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20 Feb 07 - 12:32 PM (#1973825) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: skipy or here @ £7.99. http://www.rossrecords.com/index.php?select=artistsearch&artistid=1151&letter=J Skipy |
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20 Feb 07 - 01:23 PM (#1973874) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: GUEST,Allan skipy Thanks for your input Allan |
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21 Feb 07 - 02:34 PM (#1975150) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: AT I now have the CD and will get words from it thanks again. And have now registered with mudcat. |
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25 Feb 07 - 03:01 PM (#1979109) Subject: Lyr Add: THE DUCHESS TREE From: Jim Dixon 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. |
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25 Feb 07 - 04:39 PM (#1979206) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Duchess Tree From: AT Thanks Jim. This is exactly what I was looking for. Allan |