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[Guitar, mandolin and recorder
plays]
[Applause.]
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[George Allan] This is a
wee song, I first heard Hamish Imlach doing it. Em, it was
in response to a remark Lady Astor made during the war and
she called the Highland regiments 'd-day dodgers' because
they weren't there at D-Day. The fact that half of them were
lying dead in Africa, Italy and all the way up were neither
here nor there. So, somebody, I don't know who wrote it, wrote
this song, and it's called the 'D-Day Dodgers'. The tune you'll
know, it's 'Lily Marlene.'
We are the D-Day Dodgers, way out in Italy,
Always on the vino, always on the spree.
Eighth Army scroungers and their tanks,
We live in Rome among the Yanks,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, from sunny Italy.
We landed at Solerno, a holiday with pay;
Jerry brought his bands out, to cheer us on our way,
Showed us the sights and gave us tea,
We all sang songs, the beer was free,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, from sunny Italy.
Naples and Casino were taken in our stride,
We didn't go to fight there, just there for the ride.
Anzio and Sangro are just names,
We only went to look for dames,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, from sunny Italy.
Dear Lady Astor you think you know a lot
Standin on your platform and talking tommy rot
You're England's sweetheart and her pride,
We think ye're mouth's too bloody wide,
We are the D-Day Dodgers, from sunny Italy.
Look around the hillside in the mud and rain,
See the scattered crosses, some which have no name.
Heartbreak and toil, all suffering gone,
The boys beneath them linger on;
They are the D-Day Dodgers, who stay in Italy.
They are the D-Day Dodgers, who stay in Italy.
We've been trying a few new ones! You're going
to be the guinea pigs! [laughs]
A tune called 'Tammy Gunn's Reel' a tune which
starts off slowly and picks up rapidly.
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[Recorder, guitar play]
[Applause.]
04
[Mike Rogers] I've had complaints that too many of my songs
are anti-male and putting down men, and maids when you're
young, don't get married girls and all those sort of things.
So I'd thought I'd redress the balance slightly tonight. Shut
up on the front row! Not only that this has got a chorus,
something else I'm always getting told off about. It's not
that happy a song, but it's not terrible sad, that was the
third thing I get told off about. Surrounded by critics, well
surrounded by one critic anyway. And it's called 'Almost Every
Circumstance.'
Seven days are in the week and almost every
circumstance,
And there's four seasons in the year or so we learned at school,
But never count your chickens when you're dealing with the
women,
For many's a wise man fell asleep and wakened up a fool.
The first time I met my love was on a Monday
morning,
And the second time I saw was a Tuesday afternoon,
When she kissed me on a Wednesday, I couldn't wait for Thursday,
But I can tell you now me boys, Thursday never came.
Seven days are in the week and almost every
circumstance,
And there's four seasons in the year or so we learned at school,
But never count your chickens when you're dealing with the
women,
For many's a wise man fell asleep and wakened up a fool.
My love she took the wind of time and turned
it into springtime,
I never thought that love could change the world so much before,
She took my heart and in return she promised me the summertime,
But I can tell you now me boys, summer never came.
Seven days are in the week and almost every
circumstance,
And there's four seasons in the year or so we learned at school,
But never count your chickens when you're dealing with the
women,
For many's a wise man fell asleep and wakened up a fool.
[Applause.]
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[Mike Rogers] This has a
refrain, I was reminded irresistibly of this song when mention
was made of the Fyvie Folk Club, you've heard of that possibly?
I was thinking about the festival and it reminded me of this
song.
'Three Drunken Maidens'
There were three drunken maidens came from the Isle of Wight,
They drank from Monday mornin nor stopped till Saturday night,
When Saturday night did come me boys, they wouldn't then go
out,
And these three drunken maidens they push the jug about.
Then up comes bouncing Sally, her cheeks as
red as a bloom,
Move up me jolly sisters and give young Sally some room,
For I'll be equal before that we go out,
And these four drunken maidens they push the jug about.
There's woodcock and pheasant, there's partridge
in there,
There's all sorts of dainties no scarcity was there,
There's forty quarts of beer me boys, they fairly drunk em
out,
And these four drunken maidens they push the jug about.
But up comes the landlord, he's asking for his
pay,
It's a forty pound bill me boys, these girls are supposed
to pay,
That's ten pounds a piece me boys, but still they wouldn't
go out,
And these four drunken maidens they push the jug about.
Oh where are your feathered hats, your mantles
rich and fine,
They've all been swallowed up in tankards of good wine,
And where are your maidenheads, your maidens brisk and gay,
We left them in the ale house, we drank them clean away.
[Applause.]
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[MR] I shall finish off with
a very un-traditional song, from America. Some of you may
know it, so if you know it join in. The title to this is
'Oh Lord Won't You Buy Me A Mercedes Benz'
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz,
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my life, got no help from my friends,
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
Oh Lord won't you buy me a colour TV,
Dialling for Dollars is trying to find me,
I wait for delivery, stay in until three,
Oh Lord won't you buy me a colour TV,
Oh Lord won't you buy me a night on the town,
I'm countin on you Lord, don't let me down,
Prove that you love me, buy the next round,
Oh Lord won't you buy me a night on the town.
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz,
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends,
Worked hard all my life, got no help from my friends,
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
[Applause.]
[Ramsay Tvedt] Call Ted Clark to give us a couple
or three songs. Ted's from Dyce and hasn't played the guitar
for a wee while. So let's give a nice bit o hush and see what
he sounds like!
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[Ted Clark] Em, went and
bought a new guitar. 1967. Put it away in 1985 and picked
it up a few weeks ago. Have mercy on me. Drinking songs are
usually fast, exciting, exuberant, intoxicating. This one
isn't.
Oh my name is Jock Stewart, I'm a canny goin
man,
And a rovin young fellow I've been.
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Oh I took out my dog and my gun for to shoot,
All alone by the banks of the Spey.
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
Oh dear, I've forgotten the words of the next
bloody verse, but I'll make them all up as I go along [laughs]
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
I have acres of land, I have men at command,
And I've always a shilling to spend.
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
So come fill up yer glass with brandy or wine,
And whatever the cost I will pay.
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
So be easy and free when you're drinkin wi me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.
[Applause.]
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[TC] 'Santyano'
From Austin town we sailed away, heave away,
Santyano,
Round Cape Horn to 'Frisco bay and we're bound for Californio.
And it's heave her up, and away we'll go, heave away, Santyano,
Heave her up and away we'll go, and we're bound for Californio.
And as ye walk around Cape Horn, heave away,
Santyano,
Ye'll wish to the Lord that you'd never be born, and we're
bound for Californio.
And it's heave her up, and away we'll go, heave away, Santyano,
Heave her up and away we'll go, and we're bound for Californio.
When I was young and in my prime, heave away,
Santyano,
I took those young girls, three at a time, and we're bound
for Californio.
And it's heave her up, and away we'll go, heave away, Santyano,
Heave her up and away we'll go, and we're bound for Californio.
When I returned to Boston town, heave away Santyano,
I'll marry a girl named Julia Brown, and we're bound for Californio.
And it's heave her up, and away we'll go, heave away, Santyano,
Heave her up and away we'll go, and we're bound for Californio.
And it's heave her up, and away we'll go, heave
away, Santyano,
Heave her up and away we'll go, and we're bound for Californio.
[Applause.]
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[TC] When you're
trying to do this, first time for a long time, you work out
the keys in the afternoon and you get them wrong at night.
Oh dear. Last time I was hear, very, very nervous, just like
tonight, I did a number from a colonies again. I said the
chorus before starting it so you could all join in. It's a
simple one 'E hine e, hoki mai ra, Ka mate ahau, I te aroha
e.' What are you worried aboot?
Pökarekare ana
ngä wai o Rotorua
Whiti atu koe hine
marino ana e.
E hine e
hoki mai ra
Ka mate ahau
I te aroha e
I have written you a letter
And enclosed within a ring
If your people should receive it
Then the trouble will begin
E hine e
hoki mai ra
Ka mate ahau
I te aroha e
I have written you a letter
And enclosed within a ring
If your people should receive it
Then the trouble will begin
Oh my beloved
Come back to me
And I will die
For the love of thee
Pökarekare ana
ngä wai o Rotorua
Whiti atu koe hine
marino ana e.
E hine e
hoki mai ra
Ka mate ahau
I te aroha e
E hine e
hoki mai ra
Ka mate ahau
I te aroha e
[Applause.]
[Ramsay Tvedt] We're going to have a group up
next, a group that formed in ?? a group they've gone from
strength to strength, they've got a cracking sound. [Applause.]
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[Clive, Maggie and co.] After
a couple of words you'll know this song, so I'm not going
to tell you what it is.
['Yellow on the Broom']
I ken ye dinna like it, lass, tae winter here
in toon,
For the scaldies aye miscry us an try tae bring us doon,
But it's hard to raise three bairns in a single flea-box room,
But I'll tak' ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the
broom.
When the yellow's on the broom, when the yellow's
on the broom,
But I'll tak' ye on the road again, when the yellow's on the
broom.
The scaldies cry us 'tinker dirt', and sconce
oor weans in school,
But who cares what a scaldie thinks, for a scaldie's jist
a fool,
He's nivver heard the yorlin's sang, nor seen the flax in
bloom,
For they're aye cooped up in hooses, when the yellow's on
the broom.
When the yellow's on the broom, when the yellow's
on the broom,
For they're aye cooped up in hooses, when the yellow's on
the broom.
Nae sale for pegs nor baskets noo, so just tae
stay alive,
I've had tae work at scaldie jobs fae nine o'clock till five,
But we'll ca nae man oor maister, for we own the world's room,
And we'll bid fareweel tae Brechin, when the yellow's on the
broom.
When the yellow's on the broom, when the yellow's
on the broom,
And we'll bid fareweel tae Brechin, when the yellow's on the
broom.
I'm longing for the springtime tae tak the road
eence mair,
Tae the plantin and pearlin an the berryfields of Blair,
Tae gang oot wir oor ain folk fae a' the country roon,
When the gan-aboot folk tak the road, when the yellow's on
the broom
When the yellow's on the broom, when the yellow's
on the broom,
When the gan-aboot folk tak the road, when the yellow's on
the broom.
When the gan-aboot folk tak the road, when the yellow's on
the broom.
[Applause.]
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[Clive, Maggie and co.] This
wee song now, 'Come by the Hills'
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is
free,
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the rocks reach
the sea,
Where the rivers run clear and the bracken is gold in the
sun,
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is
a song,
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day
long,
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legend remains,
Where stories of old stir the heart and may yet come again,
Where the past has been lost and the future is still to be
won,
And cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
[Applause.]
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[Clive, Maggie and co. play
music.]
[Applause.]
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It was down by the Sally
gardens my love and I did meet,
She passed the Sally gardens with little snow white feet,
She bid me take take life easy as the leaves grow on the trees,
And I being young and foolish with her did not agree.
In the field down by the river, my love and
I did stand
And on my leaning shoulder, she placed her snow white hand,
She bid me take love easy as grass grows on the lea,
But I was young and foolish and now I am full of tears.
[Applause.]
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[Clive, Maggie and co.] Finish
off with a non-folk song. A fun song. Robbie calls it the
weather forecast. It's about the old man who went to bed,
and bumped his head and couldn't get up in the morning.
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain I love you more,
Let it rain all night long,
Let my love for you grow strong,
As long as we're together who cares about the weather.
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain I can hear you call,
Let it rain all night long, I can hear ???,
I can hear among the puddles, you and I together huddle,
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to the rain.
It's raining it's pouring, the old man is snoring,
He went to bed and he bumped his head,
He couldn't get up in the morning.
Rain
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to it pour,
And with every drop of rain I can hear you soar,
??? right out loud, I can hear above the clouds,
I can hear among the puddles, you and I together huddle,
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to the rain,
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to the rain,
Listen to the pouring rain, listen to the rain.
[Applause.]
[Short break in recording.]
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[Clive, Maggie and co.?]
[Song, no transc., copyright.]
[Applause.]
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