Los Angeles Police Pipe Band

Tracks:


Mingulay Boat Song

March, Strathspey, Reel Balmoral Highlanders, Dorney Ferry/Lacklan Ferry

Flower Of Scotland

Mairis Wedding

Skye Boat Song, Going Home

Loch Lomond

Cock O’ The North, Blue Bonnets, J.K. Barkley

Jesus Christ Superstar, Saints, Marine Corps Hymn

Amazing Grace

Scotland The Brave   We’re No Awa’ Tae Bide Awa’/Auld Lang Syne

Mingulay Boat Song (Reprise)



Credits:


John Massie – solo piper, pipe major

Warren Hartmenn - synthesizer

Alex Beaton – guitar


Mingulay Boat Song

Chorus:

Heel yo ho, boys; let her go, boys;

Bring her head round, into the weather,

Heel you ho, boys, let her go, boys

Sailing homeward to Mingulay


What care we how white the Minch is?

What care we for wind or weather?

Let her go boys, every inch is

Sailing homeward to Mingulay.


Chorus


Wives are waiting, by the pier head,

Or looking seaward, from the heather;

Pull her round, boys, then you'll anchor

'Ere the sun sets on Mingulay.


Chorus


Ships return now, heavy laden

Mothers holdin' bairns a-cryin'

They'll return, though, when the sun sets

They'll return to Mingulay.


Chorus


Flower 'O Scotland


Oh Flower of Scotland,

When will we see your likes again?

That fought and died for

Your wee bit hill and glen


Chorus:

And stood against him,

Proud Edward's army,

And sent him homeward,

To think again.


The hills are bare now,

And autumn leaves lie thick and still

O'er land that is lost now,

Which those so dearly held,


Chorus


Those days are past now

And in the past they must remain.

But we can still rise now

And be the nation again.


Chorus


Mairi’s Wedding


Chorus:

Step we gaily on we go,

Heel and heel

And toe for toe,

Arm and arm

And row and row,

All for Mairi’s wedding.


Over hillways, up and down,

Myrtle green and bracken brown,

Past the sheilings through the town

All for the sake of Mairi.


Chorus


Red her cheeks as Rowan's are,

Bright her eyes as any star.

Fairest of them all by far,

Is our darlin' Mairi.


Chorus


Plenty herring, plenty meal,

Plenty peat to fill her kreel.

Plenty bonnie bairns as well,

That's the toast for Mairi.


The Skye Boat Song


Chorus:

Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing

Onward the sailors cry

Carry the lad that's born to be king

Over the sea to Skye


Loud the wind howls, loud the waves roar,

Thunderclaps rend the air

Baffled our foes, stand by the shore

Follow they will not dare


Chorus


Many's the lad fought on that day

Well the claymore did wield

When the night came, silently lain

Dead on Culloden field


Chorus


Though the waves heave, soft will ye sleep

Ocean's a royal bed

Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep

Watch by your weary head


Chorus


Burned are our homes, exile and death

Scatter the loyal men

Yet e'er the sword cool in the sheath

Charlie will come again.


Chorus


Going Home


The melody is from Antonin Dvoraks “Largo” from his “New World Symphony”.  Later, the lyrics from a well-known black spiritual were applied to the melody and “Going Home” was the result.  The following words are those popularized by Paul Robeson, which has led to its widespread recognition.


Going home, going home,

I'm just going home;

Quiet-like, some still day,

I'm just going home.

It's not far, just close by,

Through an open door;

Work all done, care laid by,

Going to fear no more.


Mother's there expecting me,

Father's waiting too;

Lots o' folk gathered there,

All the friends I knew,

All the friends I knew.

Home, I'm going home!


Nothing lost, all's gain,

No more fret nor pain,

No more stumbling on the way,

No more longing for the day,

Going to roam no more!


Morning star lights the way,

Restless dream all done;

Shadows gone, break o' day,

There's no break, there's no end,

Just a living on;

Wide awake, with a smile

Going on and on.



Real life’s just begun.


Going home, going home, I'm just going home,

It's not far, just close by

Through an open door.

I'm just going home,

I'm just going


Going home, going home, going home,

going home, going home, going home!


Loch Lomond


By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,

Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,

Where me and my true love were ever want to gae

On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond


Chorus:

O' ye'll tak the high road and I'll tak the low road,

And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;

But me and my true love will never meet again,

On the bonnie bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond


Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen,

On the steep steep side o' Ben Lomond,

Where in deep purple hue, the Hieland hills we view,

And the moon coming oot in the gloaming.


Chorus


The wee birdies sing, and the wild flowers spring,

And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,

But the broken heart will ken nae second spring again,

Though the waefu' may cease fae their greeting


Chorus



Cock Of The North


Oh cock of the north with the dream in your hand,

my love has come home to this beautiful land

and he comes through the door with his eyes like the sun

and his kit´s bags are full of the treasures he´s won.


And below the old broom there´s a tall luggin´s tail,

a bat and a crow and the jaws of a whale,

and our kitchen is full with the smell of the sea

and all of the richness my love brings to me.


Come gather your treasures by our gardens and rooms,

and bring them along to the sweet little blooms

with the sun in the morning and blaze on your chest,

oh my love has come home from north by northwest.


And here in these beds we will lay and we´ll sleep,

yes, we´ll lay and we´ll listen to the sounds of the deep,

and as long as the summer, we´ll sleep winter long,

oh my love has come home like King Salomon´s son.



Blue Bonnets O’er The Border


Chorus:

March! March! Ettrick and Teviotdale,

Why my lads dinna ye march forward in order

March! March! Eskdale and Liddesdale!

All the blue bonnets are over the border

Many a banner spread,

Flutters above your head,

Many a crest that is famous in story,

Mount and make ready then,

Sons of the mountain glen,

Fight for your King and the old Scottish glory.


Chorus


Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing,

Come from the glens of the buck and the roe;

Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing

Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow


Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding.

Stand to your arms and march on good order

England shall many a day, tell of the bloody fray,

When the blue bonnets came over the border


Chorus


When The Saints

Come Marching In

 

We are trav'ling in the footsteps

Of those who've gone before

And we'll all be reunited,

On a new and sunlit shore,


Chorus:

Oh, when the saints go marching in,

Oh, when the saints go marching in

Lord how I want to be in that number

When the saints go marching in


And when the sun begins to shine

And when the sun begins to shine

Lord, how I want to be in that number

When the sun begins to shine


Marine Corps Hymn


From the Halls of Montezuma

To the Shores of Tripoli;

We will fight our country's battles

In the air, on land and sea;

First to fight for right and freedom

And to keep our honor clean;

We are proud to claim the title

of United States Marine

Our flag's unfurled to every breeze

From dawn to setting sun;

We have fought in ev'ry clime and place

Where we could take a gun;

In the snow of far-off Northern lands

And in sunny tropic scenes;

You will find us always on the job--

The United States Marines.


Here's health to you and to our Corps

Which we are proud to serve

In many a strife we've fought for life

And never lost our nerve;

If the Army and the Navy

Ever look on Heaven's scenes;

They will find the streets are guarded

By United States Marines.


Amazing Grace

John Newton spent much of his early life in the slave trade.  However, in latter life he repented his ways and became a man of God and, between 1760 and 1770, he composed this hymn for the ages.  Though the melody is thought to be an early American folk melody, it has been speculated that the tune may go back to slave origins.


In 1972, The Pipes Drums And Military Band Of The Royal Scots Dragoon Guards had a top 40’s hit on the bagpipes.  This had a very profound effect on my musical tastes in later years.  The first six verses of the following appeared in Newton’s hymnal in 1779.  

 

Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)

That sav’d a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.


’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears reliev’d;

How precious did that grace appear,

The hour I first believ’d!


Thro’ many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come;

’Tis grace has brought me safe thus far,

And grace will lead me home.


The Lord has promis’d good to me,

His word my hope secures;

He will my shield and portion be,

As long as life endures.


Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail,

And mortal life shall cease;

I shall possess, within the veil,

A life of joy and peace.



The earth shall soon dissolve like snow,

The sun forbear to shine;

But God, who call’d me here below,

Will be forever mine.


When we’ve been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun,

We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise

Than when we’d first begun.


Amazing grace! (how sweet the sound)

That sav’d a wretch like me!

I once was lost, but now am found,

Was blind, but now I see.



As I was walking down the street,

I met with Johnny Stobie,

I said to him will you take a dram,

He said "Why, Man, thats my hobby",


Chorus


As I was gaun doon the Overgate

I met wee Johnny Stobie

Says he tae me "Are ye fur a hauf"

Says I " Man, that's ma hoaby"  


Chorus


Auld Lang Syne


Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,

And auld lang syne?


Chorus:

For auld lang syne, my jo,

For auld lang syne,

We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet

For auld lang syne.


And there's a hand, my trusty fiere,

And gie's a hand o' thine,

And we'll tak a right guid-willie waught

For auld lang syne!


Chorus


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Scotland The Brave


Hark when the night is falling

Hear, hear the pipes are calling

Loudly and proudly calling

Down thro' the glen.

There where the hills are sleeping

Now feel the blood a-leaping

High as the spirits of

The old Highland men.


Chorus:

Towering in gallant fame

Scotland my mountain hame

High may your proud standards gloriously wave.

Land of my high endeavour

Land of the shining silver

Land of my heart forever

Scotland the Brave.


High in the misty Highlands

Out by the purple Islands

Brave are the hearts that beat

Beneath Scottish skies.

Wild are the winds to meet you

Staunch are the friends that greet you

Kind as the love that shines

From fair maidens eyes.


Chorus


We’re No Awa’ Tae Bide Awa’


Chorus:

For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',

For we're no' awa tae le'e ye,

For we're no' awa' tae bide awa',

We'll aye come back an' see ye.

Translations from the Scottish