101 Scottish Songs: The Wee Red Book by Norman Buchan

Author:Norman Buchan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollinsPublishers
Published: 2015-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

FAREWELL TO FIUNARY

Arr. MICHAEL DIACK

REV. NORMAN MCLEOD

A thousand, thousand tender ties

Awake this day my plaintive sighs ;

My heart within me almost dies

At thought of leaving Fiunary.

But I must leave those happy vales,

See, see they spread the flapping sails!

Adieu, adieu my native dales !

Farewell, farewell to Fiunary.

THE BARON O’ BRACKLEY

Tune based on CHRISTIE’S Traditional Ballad Airs

Collated version

“Oh rise up my baron and turn back your kye,

For the lads frae Dumwharran are driving them by”

“Oh how can I rise up or turn them again

For whaur I hae ae man, I’m sure they hae ten.”

“Gin, I had a husband as I wat I hae nane,

He widna lie in his bed, an’ watch his kye ta’en.”

Then up got the baron, says “Gie me my gun,

For I will gyang oot love, tho’ I’ll never win in.”

When Brackley was buskit an’ rade ower the closs,

A gallanter baron ne’er lap tae a horse ;

“Come kiss me my Peggy, nor think I’m tae blame,

I weel may gae oot, love, but I’ll never win hame.”

There cam’ wi’ fause Inverey thirty an’ three,

There was nane wi’ bonny Brackley but his brother and he.

Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw ;

But against three an’ thirty, wae is me, what is twa ?

Wi’ swords an’ wi’ daggers they did him surroun’

And they’ve pierced bonny Brackley wi’ mony’s the woun’.

Frae the heid o’ the Dee tae the banks o’ the Spey,

The Gordons shall mourn him an’ ban Inverey.

“Oh cam ye by Brackley’s yetts, or was ye in there,

Or saw ye his Peggy a-rivin’ her hair ?”

“Oh I cam by Brackley’s yetts, an’ I was in there,

An’ I saw his Peggy—she was makin’ gude cheer.”

She was rantin’ an’ dancin’ an’ singin’ for joy

An’ vowin’ that on that nicht she would feast Inverey

She drank wi’ him, laughed wi’ him, welcomed him ben,

She kept him till morning wha had slain her gude man.

There’s grief in the kitchen but there’s mirth in the ha’

For the Baron o’ Brackley is deid an’ awa’

But up spak his son on the nurse’s knee

“Gin I live tae be a man, revengéd I’ll be.”

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