Stories of the CelticPipes

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Mairi' s wedding

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Sat, January 31, 2015 13:26:47

Chorus

Step we gaily on we go

Heel for heel and toe for toe

Arm in arm and row and row

All for Mairi' s wedding

Over hill-way up and down

Myrtle green and bracken brown

Past the shieling through the town

All for Mairi's wedding

Chorus

Plenty herring plenty meal

Plenty peat tae fill her creel

Plenty bonny bairns as weel

That's the toast for Mairi

Chorus

Cheeks as bright as rowans are

Brighter far than any star

Fairest of them all by far is my darling Mairi

Chorus

Over hill-ways up and down

Myrtle green and bracken brown

Past the sheiling through the town

All for sake of Mairi

Chorus





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Flower of Scotland

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, January 21, 2014 13:25:26
O Flower of Scotland
When will we see
Your like again,
That fought and died for
Your wee bit Hill and Glen
And stood against him
Proud Edward's Army,
And sent him homeward
Tae 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
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward
Tae think again.

Those days are past now
And in the past they must remain
But we can still rise now
And be the nation again
That stood against him
Proud Edward's Army
And sent him homeward,
Tae think again.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aL8_UwtkRGw


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The bonnie lass o'Fyvie o'

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Sat, January 04, 2014 17:43:21

There once was a troop o Irish dragoons,
Cam marchin doon through Fyvie o
The captains fell in love wi a very bonnie lass,
And her name it was cad pretty peggy o

Now theres many a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterlass,
Theres manys a bonnie lass in the Garioch,
Theres many a bonnie Jean on the streets o Aiberdeen,
But the floor o them a is in Fyvie o

Oh its come doon the stair, pretty peggy my dear,
Its come doon the stair pretty Peggy o
Oh come doon the stairs, comb back your yellow hair,
Take a last farewell o your daddy o

Its Ill gie you ribbons for your bonnie golden hair,
Ill gie you a necklace o amber o
Ill gie you silken petticoats befitting your degree,
If youll convoy me doon tae my chaumer o

Oh I hae got ribbons for my bonnie golden hair,
And I got a necklace o amber o
And I got petticoats befitting my degree,
And Id scorn tae be seen in your chaumer o

It was early next morning when we rode awa,
And o but our captain was sorry o,
The drums they did beat Oer the bonnie braes o Gight,
And the band played the lowlands o Fyvie o

Lang eer we went into old Meldrum toon,
Its we had to carry our Captain o
Lang eer we went into bonnie Aiberdeen,
Its we had our captain to bury o

Green grow the birk on bonnie Ythanside,
And low lies the lowlands o Fyvie o
The captains name was Ned and he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie maid o Fyvie o

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCmoex2fWak




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Mist Covered Mountains

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 11:43:17

Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I visit the place of my birth
And they'll give me a welcome the warmest on earth
All so loving and kind full of music and mirth,
In the sweet sounding language of home.

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

There shall I gaze on the mountains again,
On the fields and the woods and the burns and the glens,
Away 'mong the corries beyond human ken
In the haunts of the deer I will roam

Chorus
Oh ro soon shall I see them;
Oh he ro see them oh see them.
Oh ro soon shall I see them the
mist covered mountains of home.

Hail to the mountains with summits of blue,
To the glens with their meadows of sunshine and dew.
To the women and men ever constant and true,
Ever ready to welcome one home.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZvM5Qw-Aw8


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On the Road to Passchendaele

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 11:37:49

There’s a light that shines in Flanders
As a beacon for the brave
From the distant past it wanders
To recall the lives they gave
And it tells each generation
To be wise and never fail
To remember those who’ve fallen
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus

On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele
(repeat)

Come with me and I will show you
Why all wars should ever cease
Take a walk among the gravestones
And your tears will cry for peace
For their spirits walk in Flanders
You can hear the grieving wail
For the brave who laid their lives down
On the road to Passchendaele

Chorus
On the road to Passchendaele
On the road to Passchendaele
Where the brave will live forever
On the road to Passchendaele
(repeat)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJdh1M5PGTg



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Cock O' the North

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 11:24:18

‘The Cock O' the North’ is very old tune, first written down over 300 years ago, when it was called ‘Jumping Joan’.

As a pipe tune it is the regimental march of the Gordon Highlanders, because the Duke of Gordon was so powerful in the North East of Scotland that he was known as the Cock of the North.

In 1897 the regiment was fighting in Afghanistan and they were attacking uphill at a place called the Heights of Dargai. The soldiers were led by their pipers, one of whom, George Findlater, was shot through both legs. He propped himself up against a rock and carried on playing this tune to encourage the soldiers to go on. Piper Findlater was awarded the Victoria Cross, but he did not at first get an army pension. He performed in music halls, telling his story and playing his pipes until the government changed its mind.

This tune has had words fitted to it. Some verses are too rude to print here, but we can tell you the version that is the ‘party piece’ of Prince Charles, perhaps learned from his Scots grannie.

Aunty Mary had a canary

Whistled the Cock of the North

It whistled for oors

And frightened the Boers

And won the Victoria Cross.

The Boer War in South Africa took place from 1899 to 1902.

In 1932 a longer version of the lyrics was printed; it mentions the Barnum and Bailey circus and one of the Boer leaders, Kruger.

Barnum and Bailey had a canary

Whustled The Cock o the North

It whustled for oors

An frichtened the Booers

An they aa fell intae the Forth

B for Booer, K for Krudger

J for General French

The Bri’ish were up at the tap o the hull

An the Boers were doon in the trench.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LibMV294mzs

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Mhairi's Wedding

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Tue, December 31, 2013 10:50:22
Chorus:
Step we gaily, on we go
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row on row,
All for Mhairi's wedding.
Over hillways up and doon,
Myrtle green and bracken broon,
Past the sheilings through the toon,
All for sake of Mhairi.

Chorus:

Plenty herring, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonny bairns as weel,
That's the toast for Mhairi.

Chorus:

Cheeks as red as rowans are,
Bright her eyes as any star,
Fairest o' them aw by far,
Is our darlin' Mhairi.

Chorus:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=---aL9TdeI4

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Is There, For Honest Poverty

Song lyricsPosted by Peter Mon, December 30, 2013 21:06:33
Is there, for honest poverty,
That hangs his head, and a' that?
The coward-slave, we pass him by,
We dare be poor for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Our toils obscure, and a' that;
The rank is but the guinea-stamp,
The man's the gowd for a' that!

What tho' on hamely fare we dine,
Wear hoddin grey, and a' that;
Gi'e fools their silks, and knaves their wine
A man's a man for a' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their tinsel show, and a' that;
The honest man, though e'er sae poor,
Is king o' men for a' that!

Ye see yon birkie, ca'd a lord,
Wha struts, and stares, and a' that;
Though hundreds worship at his word,
He's but a coof for a' that;
For a' that, and a' that,
His riband, star, and a' that,
The man of independent mind
He looks and laughs at a' that!

A prince can mak' a belted knight,
A marquis, duke, and a' that,
But an honest man's aboon his might,
Guid faith he mauna fa' that!
For a' that, and a' that,
Their dignities, and a' that,
The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth,
Are higher ranks than a' that.

Then let us pray that come it may---
As come it will for a' that---
That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
May bear the gree, and a' that;
For a' that, and a' that,
It's comin' yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brothers be for a' that!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTEmuK2zUcs


Robert Burns - Scottish Poet
Robert Burns was a Freemason all of his adult life. At the time of his death he was Senior Warden of Lodge St Andrew, Dumfries. There is a clearly identifiable Masonic content in much of his work. The most famous example being this song, which is better known as "A Man's a Man for a' That". It was sung by folk singer Sheena Wellington at the official opening of the new Scottish Parliament, Edinburgh in 1999.

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