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[Fiddle music playing accompanied by piano; applause.]
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[?] Right that wis, I enjoyed what little there was today.
That was a very disappointing end to this. I remember, I was
saying to somebody earlier, the first time I did here was
the first or second festival on, and there were people playing
here until the afternoon. Does anyone remember that one no?
(Yes, yes). Used to be large numbers in for the competitions
here, and it's a pity. I don't know, I think it tends to be,
I come from Caithness, and up North it tends to be sort a
trend I think. Is that happening here down here now? (Yes).
Last year, or the year before, I wis ?? in Elgin, and there
wasn't large numbers there either. Is that…happening
here?
[?] Yes, it's happening down, I live down the
country, ?? over the years it just seems to sort of get less
and less every year….
[?] I teach in the schools in Caithness and
I have terrible trouble trying to get mine doing it, and I
don't have trouble, I don't make them, if they want to go
in they go in. But very few want to go in for the festivals,
and eh, ??. I think it does some o them a lot o good, and
it dae a lot o people a lot o harm if you try and push them
into it, because it just doesn't suit them. And if it is for
you, I think competitions can be very positive for you. I
think I've heard both of these players before. I've met you
before, where was that?
[?] Aberdeen.
[?] Fourteen?
[?] Aye, at's right.
[?] Och, Christ. At's what frightens me when
you get some people, ?? some pupils at fourteen or fifteen
and you're frightened to play because they sound better than
you! [laughs]. It's frightening, fourteen year old. I've heard
Kenny before. Both excellent players. I had a, a local compere,
adjudicator from Keith up in Caithness last week adjudicated
Donald Barr and Donald had another adjudicator the week before
that. Both said the exact opposite about marches, and I agreed
with the former, and ?? with the other about pipe marches.
I think that if pipe marches are played the emphasis should
be on the attack, the rhythm the feel that the pipes put into
the pipe marches. I'm not too keen on the pipe marches being
played with too much in the way of vibrato and contrast. I
know it's a style, I know some people totally disagree with
me, I prefer pipe marches to be played with a lot more guts
than the way you are playing it Neil. You played it beautifully
and probably another adjudicator would come up here and say
that was wonderful but the point I'm trying to make is there
is no set rules, in adjudicating Scottish music, people have
their opinions. Whereas in classical music it's much easier
to judge because you know exactly what is required. I just,
it's a personal preference, I love to hear a good old driving
uncomplicated march if it's a pipe march, by all means if
it's in the style of ?? one that Kevin played, by all means
put all your technique into that. It's just a personal opinion
I've got and I thought you both played extremely, extremely
well, and eh, I gave Kevin 92 and Neil 90, but both win their
sections because they are the only ones in for it. Aye, ???
so they've only to play once. So Neil wins the Open, and Kevin
wins the under sixteen.
[Applause.]
[Break in tape.]
[Applause.]
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[Announcer] Sarah Simpson
'The Bonnie Lass of Fyvie'
There was a troop o Irish dragoons,
Came marching doon through Fyvie-o
And the captain feel in love wi a handsome servant maid,
And her name is ca'd pretty Peggy-o.
There's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterless,
There's many a bonnie lass in the Gairioch-o,
There's many a bonnie Jean in the toon o Aiberdeen,
But the flooer o them a' bides in Fyvie-o.
O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear,
O come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o,
Come down the stairs, tie back yer yella hair,
Say a last fareweel to your daddy-o.
I soldier's wife I never will be,
A soldier shall never enjoy me-o,
For I never do intend to gang tae a foreign land,
And tae march fan the captain he is ready-o.
A soldier's wife ye never will be,
For you'll be the Captain's own lady-o,
And the regiment will stand wi their hats intae their hands,
And they'll bow at the presence o my Peggy-o.
The Colonel shouts, "Mount, boys, mount!"
The captain, he says, "tarry-o!
Oh tarry yet a while, for anither day or twa,
Till we see if the bonnie lass'll marry-o."
Twas early net mornin', when we marched awa,
And oh, but the captain he was sorry-o,
The drums they did beat tae the bonny braes o Gight,
And the bands played the lowlands o Fyvie-o.
There's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterless,
There's many a bonnie lass in the Gairioch-o,
There's many a bonnie Jean in the toon o Aiberdeen,
But the flooer o them a' bides in Fyvie-o.
Noo lang ere we got tae Oldmeldrum toon,
We hid oor Captain tae carry-o,
But the lang ere walked intae bonny Aiberdeen,
We hid wir Captain tae burry-o.
Green grows the birks on bonnie Ythanside,
Low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o,
Our captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie lass o Fyvie-o. [Applause.]
[Announcer] Sarah Simpson, she wis twelve and
she come fae Auchterless.
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[Announcer] The next een is sixteen and she's fae Tyrie, Barbara
Ann Burnett. [Applause.]
'Twa Recruiting Sergeants'
Twa recruiting sergeants came frae the Black Watch,
Tae mairkets and fairs some recruits for to catch,
But aw that they listed was forty an twa,
So list bonny laddie, and come, come awa.
So it's over the mountain and over the main,
Through Gibraltar tae France and tae Spain,
Tak a feather to yer bonnet, a kilt abeen yer knee,
So list my bonny laddie and come awa.
Laddie, div ye ken the danger that you're in,
If your horses wis tae fleg or yer owsen tae rin,
And this greedy farmer fa winna pay your fee,
So list bonny laddie and come awa wi' me.
So it's over the mountain and over the main,
Through Gibraltar tae France and tae Spain,
Tak a feather to yer bonnet, a kilt abeen yer knee,
And list my bonny laddie and come awa.
Its intae the barn and oot o the byre,
This auld fairmer thinks that ye'll never tire,
Its a slavery job of low degree,
So list my bonny laddie and come awa wi me.
So it's over the mountain and over the main,
Through Gibraltar tae France and tae Spain,
Tak a feather to yer bonnet, and a kilt abeen yer knee,
And list my bonny laddie and come awa.
Laddie, div ye hae sweethairt and a bairn,
You'll easy get rid o that ill-spun yarn,
Twa rattles on drum and that will pay it a',
So list my bonny laddie and come, come awa.
So it's over the mountain and over the main,
Through Gibraltar tae France and tae Spain,
Tak a feather to yer bonnet, and a kilt abeen yer knee,
And list bonny laddie and come awa wi me. [Applause.]
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[Announcer]… she's got the story-tellin and the bothies
tae ging till. And I'm nae gan tae say her age [laughs]. It's
Lorna Alexander, Glenkindie[?]. [Applause.] Anither 'Bonnie
Lass o Fyvie.'
There's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterless,
There's mony a bonnie lass in the Gairioch-o,
There's mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o Aiberdeen,
But the flooer o them a' is in Fyvie-o.
There was a troop o Irish dragoons,
Come marching up through Fyvie-o,
The captain fa'n love wi a bonny, bonny lass,
And her name it wis ca'd pretty Peggy-o.
Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy, my dear,
Come doon the stairs, Pretty Peggy-o,
Come doon the stairs, bind up yer yella hair,
Say a fond fareweel to your daddy-o.
The Colonel shouts, "Mount, boys, mount!"
The captain, he says, "tarry-o!"
"O tarry yet a while, for anither day or twa,
Till we see if the bonnie lass'll marry-o."
[06]
Noo lang ere we got tae auld Oldmeldrum toon,
Oor Captain we hid tae carry-o,
And when we come tae bonnie Aiberdeen,
Oor Captain we had tae bury-o.
Green grows the birks on bonny Ythanside,
And low lie the lowlands of Fyvie-o,
Oor captain's name was Ned and he died for a maid,
He died for the bonnie lass o Fyvie-o!
There's mony a bonnie lass in the howe o Auchterless,
There's mony a bonnie lass in the Garioch-o,
There's mony a bonnie Jean in the toon o Aiberdeen,
But the flooer o them a' lies in Fyvie-o. [Applause.]
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[Announcer] The next is Elizabeth Stewart, Mintla
[ES] I'd like to sing a pretty ballad about
two pretty boys.
O two pretty boys, they were gaun to the school,
And in the evening comin home,
Said the biggest boy to the littlest boy,
O can you throw a stone, o can you throw a stone?
O I cannae mair throw a stone,
And it's little can I play at the ba,
But if you go down to that merry greenwood,
I will try you a wrestling fall, I will try you a wrestling
fall.
So they went down to this merry greenwood ,
To try a wrestling fall,
Big brother John took out his little pen knife,
And stabbed William to the ground, and stabbed William to
the ground.
O you'll tak aff your white linen shirt,
And you'll tear it fae gore tae gore,
And you'll a wrap it roon the wound,
And the blood will come no more, and the blood will come no
more.
So he took aff his white linen shirt,
And he tore it fae gore tae gore,
And he a wrapped it roon the wound ,
But the blood came ten times more, but the blood came ten
times more.
O what will your dear father think,
This night when you don't go home,
Tell him I go to London school,
And like a good boy I'll come home, and like a good boy I'll
come home.
And what will your dear step-mither think,
This night when you don't go home,
Tell her the last prayer she prayed for me,
That I would ne'er come home, that I would ne'er come home.
[Applause.]
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[Announcer] Sandra Lyall [Applause.]
O Willie's rare and Willie's fair,
And Willie's wondrous bonny,
And Willie says he'll marry me,
Gin e'er he marries ony.
Last nict I made my bed fu braid,
The nicht I'll mak it narrow,
Syne through the livelong winter's nicht,
I lie twined o my marrow.
O come you by yon waterside,
Pulled ye the rose or lily,
Or came you by yon meadow green,
And saw you my sweet Willie?
She saucht him high, she saucht him lay,
She saucht him braid and narrow,
Syne in the clefting o a craig,
She found him drooned in Yarrow,
She found him drooned in Yarrow. [Applause.]
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[Announcer] Lou-Ann Findlay
She sat doon alow a thorn,
Fine flooers in the valley,
And there she has a sweet babe born,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
Smile na sae sweet my bonny babe,
Fine flooers in the valley,
Ye smile sae sweet, ye'll smile ???,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
She ???
Fine flooers in the valley,
And ??? sweet face ?,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
She's ??? by the light o the moon,
Fine flooers in the valley,
And there she sleep ?,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
As she was going to church one morn,
Fine flooers in the valley,
She spied a sweet babe in the ??,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
Oh bonny babe, gin you were mine,
Fine flooers in the valley,
I'd wrap thee in thae silk sae fine,
And the green leaves they grow rarely.
Oh mither dear when I were thine,
Fine flooers in the valley,
Ye didnae prove tae be sae kind,
And the green leaves they grew rarely. [Applause.]
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[Announcer] Agnes Wightman.
There lived a lady in the North,
Who scarce could find her marrow,
She wis courted by nine gentlemen,
And the plooboy lad fae Yarrow.
These nine sat drinkin at the wine,
Sat drinkin wine on Yarrow,
And they made a vow among them a',
Tae fecht for her on Yarrow.
She's washed his face and cleaned his hair,
As she has done before o,
And she's made him like a knight sae braw,
Tae fecht for her on Yarrow.
As he gae down on high, high hill,
And doon the braes o Yarrow,
It's there he met nine airmed men,
Come tae fecht wi him on Yarrow.
And three he slew and three they flew,
And three he wounded sairly,
Till her brither John stepped in behind,
And murdered him maist fouly.
Oh, mither I hae dreamed a dream,
A dream o doom and sorrow,
I dreamt I wis ??? on heather bells,
On the dowie dens o Yarrow.
Oh dauchter I hae read yer dream,
And I doubt it will prove sorrow,
For yer ane true love lies pale and wan,
On the Dowie Dens o Yarrow.
As she gaed up yon high, high hill,
And doon the howes o Yarrow,
It wis there she sa her ain true love,
Lying pale and wan on Yarrow.
Her hair it bein three-quarters lang,
The colour it wis yellow,
And she's tied roon his middle sae sma,
And she bore him doon tae Yarrow.
Oh faither he hae saiven sons,
Ye may wad them a' the morrow,
But the bonniest loon amangst them a',
Wis the plooboy lad fae Yarrow.
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[Announcer] Hazel Edward
The Iona Boat Song
Softly glide we along,
Softly chant we our song,
For a king who to resting is come,
O, beloved and best,
They're faring out West,
To the dear isle Iona, thy home.
Softly there wilt thou lie,
With thy fathers gone by,
Their dust mingles deep with thine own,
Never more to awake,
Till the last morn shall break,
And the trump of the judgement is blown.
Softly glide we along,
Softly chant we our song,
For a king who to resting is come.
O beloved and blessed,
They are faring out West,
To the dear isle Iona, thy home. [Applause.]
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[Announcer] Kirsteen Cumming
[KC] This song's called 'Plooman Laddies'. I
like it because in this one the girl gets her man!
Doon yonder den there's a plooman lad,
And some summer's day he'll be a my ain,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
I love his teeth and I love his skin,
I love the very cairt he hurls in,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
Doon yonder den I could a got a miller,
But the smell o dust wid hae deen me ill,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
Doon yonder den coulda gotten a merchant,
But a' his things werenae worth a groat,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
I hear him comin fae the stack,
I hear his whip gie anither crack,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
I see him comin frae yonder toon,
Wi a' his ribbons hingin roon and roon,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
And noo she's gotten her plooman lad,
As fair as ever he left the ploo,
And sing laddie aye and sing laddie-o,
The plooman laddies are a' the go. [Applause.]
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