Tracks:

Sound the Pibroch

The Rigs O' Barley

Bonnie Gallowa'

Killiecrankie

The Road and the Miles to Dundee

Shoals of Herring

I Have Seen The Highlands

The Rose of Allandale

Ae Fond Kiss

MacPherson's Lament

Credits:

Alex Beaton –Guitar, Vocals, Telephone

Howard Yearwood – Guitar, Banjo

Carol Yearwood – Bass, Vocals

Alasdair Fraser – Fiddle

Richard McIlvery – Bass, Pedal Steel

Randy Farrar – Synthesizer

Donnie MacDonald – Mandolin

Neil Manderson - Piper

Sound The Pibroch

Sound the pibroch loud and high,

From John O'Groats to Isle o' Skye

Let every Clan their slogan cry

And rise and follow Charlie!

Chorus

I will rise and follow, follow

I will rise and follow, follow

I will rise and follow, follow

Rise and follow Charlie!

See a small devoted band,

By dark Loch Shiel they’ve made their stand

And proudly now with heart and hand,

They rise and follow Charlie!

Chorus

Frae eery hill and every glen,

Are gathering fast the loyal men;

They grasp their dirks and shout again,

"Hurrah! for Royal Charlie!"

Chorus

On dark Culloden's field of gore

Hark! they shout, "Claymore! Claymore!"

They bravely fight, what can they more?

They die for Royal Charlie!

Chorus

No more we'll see such deeds again,

Deserted is each Highland glen,

And lonely cairns are o'er the men,

Who fought and died for Charlie!

Chorus

The Rigs O' Barley   

 

It was upon a Lammas night,

When corn rigs are bonnie-o

Beneath the moon's unclouded light,

I held away to Annie-o

The time flew by wi' tentless heed

Till 'tween the late and early-o

Wi' small persuasion, she agreed

To see me thro' the barley-o

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Corn rigs an' barley rigs,

An' corn rigs are bonnie-o

I'll ne'er forget that happy night,

Amang the rigs wi' Annie-o

The sky was blue, the wind was still,

The moon was shining clearly-o

I set her down, wi' right good will,

Amang the rigs o' barley-o

I ken't her heart was a' my ain:

I lov'd her most sincerely-o

I kiss'd her owre and owre again,

Amang the rigs o' barley-o

Chorus

I lock'd her in my fond embrace

Her heart was beating rarely-o

My blessings on that happy place,

Amang the rigs o' barley-o

But by the moon and stars so bright,

That shone that hour so clearly-o

She aye shall bless that happy night,

Amang the rigs o' barley-o

Chorus

Bonnie Gallowa'

Wha but lo'es the bonnie hills,

Wha but lo'es the shinin' rills,

Aye for thee my bosom fills,

Bonnie Gallowa'

Land o' darkly rollin' Dee,

Land o' silvery windin' Cree,

Kissed by Solway's foamy sea,

Bonnie Gallowa'.

Wreathes o’ glory round ye weave,

Gory land of fearless Thrieve,

Heroes’ deeds your sons achieve

Bonnie Gallowa’

Ance ye had a king your ain,

Wha your laurels ne’er wad stain,

Fought your foes wi’ micht an’ main,

Bonnie Gallowa’

Wha 'mang Scotia's chiefs can shine,

Heroes o' the Douglas line,

Maxwells, Gordons, all are thine,

Bonnie Gallowa'

Land o' birk and rowan tree,

Land o' fell and forest free,

Land that's aye sae dear tae me,

Bonnie Gallowa'.

Bonnie Gallowa'

Killiecrankie

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?

Whaur hae ye been sae brankie-o?

Whaur hae ye been sae braw, lad?

Cam' ye by Killiecrankie-o?

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An' ye had been whaur I hae been

Ye wadna been sae cantie-o

An' ye had seen what I hae seen

On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

I fought at land, I fought at sea

At home I fought my auntie-o

But I met the Devil and Dundee

On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

Chorus

The bauld Pitcur fell in a furr

And Clavers gat a clankie-o

Or I had fed an Athol gled

On the braes o' Killiecrankie-o

Chorus

Oh fie, MacKay, what gart ye lie

I' the brush ayont the brankie-o?

Ye'd better kiss'd King Willie's loof

Than come to Killiecrankie-o

Chorus

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman,

You can swear and show a manly bearing,

Take your turn on watch with the other fellows,

While you're searching for the Shoals of Herring.

In the stormy seas and the living gales,

Just to earn your daily bread you're daring.

From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Isles,

As you're following the Shoals of Herring.

O, I earned my keep and I paid my way,

And I earned the gear that I was wearing.

Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes,

We were sailing after shoals of herring.

Shoals Of Herring

Oh, it was on a fine and a pleasant day,

Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring,

As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger,

For to hunt the bonny Shoals of Herring.

Oh, the work was hard and the hours were long,

And the treatment sure it took some bearing.

There was little kindness and the kicks were many,

As we hunted for the Shoals of Herring.

Oh, we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank,

I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing.

And I used to sleep standing on my feet,

As I dreamed about the Shoals of Herring.

O, we left the home grounds in the month of June,

And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing.

With a hundred cran of silver darlings,

That we'd taken from the Shoals of Herring.

The Rose Of Allandale

The morn was fair, the skies were clear,

No breath came o'er the sea,

When Mary left her Highland cot,

And wandered forth with me;

Tho' flower's decked the mountain's side,

And fragrance fill'd the vale,

By far the sweetest flower there,

Was the Rose of Allandale,

Was the Rose of Allandale,

The Rose of Allandale,

By far the sweetest flower there,

Was the Rose of Allandale.

Where'er I wandered east or west,

Tho' fate began to lour,

A solace still was she to me,

In sorrow's lonely hour.

When tempests lashed our gallant bark,

And rent her shivering sail,

One maiden form withstood the storm,

'Twas the Rose of Allandale.

Twas the Rose of Allandale,

the Rose of Allandale,

One maiden form withstood the storm,

'Twas the Rose of Allandale.

And when my fevered lips were parched

On Africa's burning sand,

She whispered hopes of happiness,

And tales of distant land.

My life had been a wilderness,

Unblest by fortune's gale,

Had fate not linked my lot to hers,

The Rose of Allandale,

The Rose of Allandale,

the Rose of Allandale,

Had fate not linked my lot to hers,

The Rose of Allandale.

Ae Fond Kiss

Ae fond kiss, and them we sever

Ae farewell, alas, forever

Deep in heartwrung tears I’ll pledge thee

Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee

Had we never loved sae kindly

Had we never loved sae blindly

Never met or never parted,

We’d had ne’er been broken hearted

Fare thee weel, thou first and fairest

Fare thee weel thou best and dearest

Thine be ilka joy and treasure

Peace, enjoyment, love and pleasure

MacPherson's Lament

Chorus

Farewell, ye dungeons dark and strong,

Farewell, farewell to thee.

Macpherson's day will no be long,

On yonder gallows tree.

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Sae rantingly sae wontonly

And sae dauntingly gae’d he,

He played a tune and he danced aroon’

Below the gallows tree.

It was by a woman's treacherous hand

That I was condemned to die

Below a ledge at a window she stood,

And a blanket she threw over me.

Chorus

There’re some come here to see me die

And some to buy my fiddle,

But before that I do part with her,

I'll break her down the middle.

Chorus

He took the fiddle into bathe o’ his hands

And broke it o’er a stone

Said “There’s no other hand shall play on thee,

When I’m dead and gone.”

Chorus

O little did my mother think

When first she cradled me,

That I would turn a roving boy

And die upon the gallows tree.

Chorus

The Road And The Miles To Dundee

Cauld winter was howlin' o'er muir and o'er mountain,

And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea,

When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie,

Wha’ asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Says I, "My young lassie, I canna' weel tell ye,

The road and the distance I canna' weel gi’e.

But if you'll permit me tae gang a wee bittie,

I'll show you the road and the miles to Dundee".

At once she consented and gave me her arm,

Ne'er a word did I speir wha the lassie might be,

She appeared like an angel in feature and form,

As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee

At length wi' the Howe o' Strathmartine behind us,

The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,

She said "Gentle Sir, I can never forget ye

For showing me so far on the road to Dundee".

This ring and this purse prove to you I am grateful.

And some simple token I trust you’ll gi’e me;

And in years to come I’ll the laddie remember

That showed me so far on the road to Dundee.

I took the gowd pin from the scarf on my bosom

And said "Keep ye this in remembrance o' me”

Then bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie,

E'er I parted wi' her on the road to Dundee.

So here's to the lassie - I ne'er can forget her,

And ilka young laddie that's list'ning to me,

O never be sweer to convoy a young lassie

Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee.

I Have Seen The Highlands

I was born and bred in Glasgow

In a Gallowgate tenement

When people spoke of my bonny land

I didn’t know what they meant

But when I took to travel

I moved far and wide

And now when I speak of my native land

I speak with love and pride.

Chorus

Oh I have seen the highlands

I have seen the low

And I will sing of my native land

Wherever 1 may go.

Auld nature took a tantrum

Many an age gone by

To outdo all of her wondrous works

She thought she’d have a try

She toiled and she thundered,

She rumbled and she rolled

She made the Highlands o’ Scotland

Then she threw away the mould.

Chorus

Come rambling up by Oban

Strolling down by Perth

In the rugged. hills of Argyllshire

Find the sweetest place on earth

Go rambling by the Cullins

See the Lomond in the mist

On the lovely islands of Mulla,

Hear the songbird at his best.

Chorus