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01
[Announcer] Joyce White
[JW] Now this is eh, the banks eh, on 'The Banks
o Allan Water.'
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet springtime did fall,
With the miller's lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all,
But his bride, a soldier sought her,
And a winning tongue had he,
On the banks of Allan Water,
None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown autumn spreads its store,
There I saw the miller's daughter,
But she smiled no more,
For the summer, grief had brought her,
And the soldier false was he,
On the banks of Allan Water,
None so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When the winter snow did fall,
Still was seen the miller's daughter,
Chilling blew the blast,
But the miller's lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free,
On the banks of Allan Water,
There a corpse lay she. [Applause.]
02
[Announcer] Judith Murdoch
[JM] This is a song called 'Green Grasses Grow
Bonnie.'
I wonder what's keeping my true love tonight,
I wonder what's keeping my him out of my sight,
For ??? that I'll hae ??? the pain I endure,
??? from me, this night I am sure.
Oh lover you kill me, my ???,
Oh ??? waiting for the bitter chance,
Oh perhaps you are sweetheart laid by me ???,
Are you coming to tell me you love me no more.
Oh lover ??? not coming my ???,
Or am I waiting for a better chance,
Oh perhaps you are sweetheart laid by me ???,
But I'm coming to tell me you I love you no more.
Green grasses grow bonny, spring water runs
clear,
I'm nae so lonely this night for my dear,
He was my first and my last lover till lately I knew,
The fonder that I loved him the falser he grew.
I have gold in my pockets and love in my heart,
But I can't love a man who has got two sweethearts,
I would love ??? like the dew on the corn,
That comes at night ??? and is away by the morn.
03
[??]
As I gaed yon river high and ower yon yella broom,
??? just as the sun gaed doon,
It's Cairnomount is bleak an bare and caul is Clachnaben,
And you can see snow lie there alang the simmer's end.
I lighted aff my dapple grey and walkit by her
side,
Sayin lassie I hiv lost ma wey alang yon moor sae wide,
It's ??? face sae fair, yer een sae bonny blue,
The langest day I'll likely spend tae kiss yer cherry mou.
Oh lassie wid ye gang wi me and leave yer ???,
Ower a ??? there's ??? at but and ben,
Wi silks and satins, ??? bra, aye and ribbons for your hair,
Amidst ???? how could ye wish for mair?
Noo lassie ye maun think a wee, my lands they're
far and wide,
??? aye ships at sea, so come and be my bride,
My faither left me lairdships twa, a coach at my command,
I wid mak ye lady o them a if ye'd bit gie yer hand.
No Cairnmount as bleak an bare, ye're nae a
match for me,
My Donald is my only care, ride, jist lat me be,
He meets me on yon hills sae green, his heart is leal and
true,
If my Donald heard my angry scream he seen wid mak ye rue.
But lassie, think, yer Donald's poor, he's neither
horse nor ploo,
A shepherd strugglin on yon moor, he's nae a match for you,
No Cairnomount is bleak and bare and caul is Clachnaben,
I wid raither meet my Donald here than be fair Scotland's
queen.
But lassie I am loathe tae tell ye throw yer
love awa,
Yer Donald brawly kens himsel, listen what I sa,
As I gaed by his shielin door I spied a ??? maid,
And your Donald kissed her ower and ower and row'd her in
his plaid.
Though you would say your solemn oath, the truth
you've told to me,
Still I wouldnae dout my Donald's wor, but ???,
Noo he's thrown aff his lowland dress, thrown doon his yella
hair
Sayin, lassie you were true tae me, and we will part nae mair.
Nae mair I'm shepherd o this glen, but laird
I am theday,
??? be true to me and I proved true to thee
Though Cairnomount is bleak and bare and caul is Clachnaben,
Aye you can see the snow lie there alang the simmer's end.
[Applause.]
04
[??] I think it's a Foster
and Allen one I heard. My heart's jist going. There's a chorus
if everybody sings along, ok.
He stood in the beautiful mansion, surrounded
by riches and ??,
And he gazed at the beautiful picture that hung in the frame
of gold,
Twas the picture of a lady so beautiful young and fair,
To that beautiful lifelike vision he murmured in sad despair.
If those lips could only speak, if those eyes
could only see,
if those beautiful golden tresses were here in reality,
Could I only take your hand as you did when you took my name,
But it's only a beautiful picture in the beautiful golden
frame.
He stood and he gazed at the picture slowly
forgetting all care,
For there in that mansion and fancy she stood by his side
once more,
His lips did softly murmur the name of his once sweet bride,
With his eyes fixed on her picture he looked from his dreams
and cried.
If those lips could only speak, if those eyes
could only see,
if those beautiful golden tresses were here in reality,
Could I only take your hand as you did when you took my name,
But it's only a beautiful picture in the beautiful golden
frame. [Applause.]
05
[??] Another volunteer here?
Somebody else, aye come on. It disnae hae tae be women, it
can be a lad!
[??] Chorus, I think everybody will know.
As I gaed doon the watter side,
Twas there I met my shepherd lad,
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
If you'll gae doon the water side,
Through the hazels spreading wide,
Ower the waves ye'll sweetly glide,
The moon it shines fu clearly.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
I wis bred up a nae sic school ,
My shepherd lad, tae play the fool,
And a' the day tae sit in doul,
Wi naebody to cheer me.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
Ye shall hae gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leather sheen upon your feet,
And in my airms ye'll lie and sleep,
And ye shall be my dearie.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
If you will staun to what ye've said,
I'd gang wi you my shepherd lad,
And ye can rowe me in your plaid,
And I shall be your dearie.
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
When waters wimple tae the sea,
And daylicht blinks lift sae hie,
Till cauld clay death shall blin my e'e,
Ye shall be my dearie.
Ca' the yowesto the knowes,
Ca' them whaur the heather grows,
Ca' them whaur the burnie rowes,
My bonnie dearie!
06
[Joyce Wright]
Now this is Yella in the Broom, I'm sure ye a' ken the words
tae it.
I ken ye dinna like it, lass,
Tae winter here in toon,
For the scaldies aye miscry us,
And 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 our weans in school,
Who cares what a scaldie thinks,
For a scaldie's just a fool;
He's nivver heard the yorlin's cry,
Nor seen the flax in bloom,
For they're a' 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,
But I'll tak ye on the road again,
When the yellow's on the broom.
Nae sale for pegs nor baskets noo,
So just tae stay alive,
We hae 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,
But I'll tak ye on the road again,
When the yellow's on the broom.
I'm longing for the springtime,
Tae tak the road eence mair,
Tae the pearlin and the the plantin,
And the berry fields of Blair,
Tae gang oot wir oor ane folk,
Fae a' the country roon,
When the ganaboot 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,
But I'll tak ye on the road again,
When the yellow's on the broom. [Applause.]
07-08
[Announcer] Sarah and
Laura Simpson, fae Turriff. Laura, Sarah, I've got it right!
['Invergordon']
In Invergordon by the sea, they've built a new
distillery,
And all the gulls are on the spree that live in Invergordon,
The mash is flowin from the still, they gobble doon their
? bill,
Till every gull can hud his ?? at lives in Invergordon.
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, durramadoo a daddy-o,
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, the gulls of Invergordon.
A Glasgae gull came fae the Clyde in Invergordon
tae reside,
But got himsel a stupified wi the gulls o Invergordon,
And then he found to his surprise that he wis hardly fit tae
rise,
And flyin kinda sidie wise when he left Invergordon.
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, durramadoo a daddy-o,
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, the gulls of Invergordon.
[End of Side A; Cont. from Side A.]
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, durramadoo a daddy-o,
Durramadoo, a dirrum a day, the gulls of Invergordon.
09
[Elizabeth Stewart]
'The Plooman Laddies'
Doon yonder den there's a plooman lad,
And some summer's day he'll be a my ain,
And sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
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 sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
Doon yonder den I could a got a millert,
But the smell o dust wid hae deen me ill,
And sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
Doon yonder den I could a got a merchant,
But a his things werenae worth a groat,
And sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
I see him comin fae yonder toon,
Wi a' his ribbons hingin roon and roon,
And sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
And noo she's courtin her plooman lad,
As bare as ever he left the ploo,
And sin laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go.
And say laddie o and sin laddie aye,
The plooman laddies are a' the go. [Applause.]
10
[Doris Rougvie] Almost a personal decision, we haven't given
each other black eyes we actually totally agree on everything.
In reverse order, we're not going to give the comments out,
people can read their own, but we have to rush on with this.
In third place we put Agnes Wightman. [Applause.]
And second place, Elizabeth Stewart. [Applause.] And in first
place Barbara Ann Burnett. [Applause.]
11
[Richard MacDonald, Elgin]
This song's already been sang, but it's a nice song, it's
about travellin people who have spent the winter in houses
they are nae very happy aboot, and they're waitin for the
day to get out on the road again.
I ken ye dinna like it, lass,
Tae winter here in toon,
For the scaldies they miscry us,
And they try tae pit us doon,
And 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 'tinkers dirt',
And sconce the bairns in school,
But wha cares what a scaldie thinks,
A scaldie's just a fool
He's nivver heard the yorlin's cry,
Nor seen the flax in bloom,
For they're a' 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,
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,
We're forced tae work in scaldie jobs,
Fae eight o'clock till five,
But we'll cry nae man oor maister,
For we own the whole world roon,
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,
But I'll tak ye on the road again,
When the yellow's on the broom.
I'm weary for the springtime,
For tae tak the road eence mair,
Tae the pearlin or the the plantin,
And the berryfields of Blair,
For we'll meet up wi oor kin folk,
Fae a' the country roon,
When the ganaboot folk tak the road,
And the yellow's on the broom.
And the yellow's on the broom,
And the yellow's on the broom,
When the ganaboot folk tak the road,
And the yellow's on the broom. [Applause.]
12
[Hazel Edward]
'The Lewis Bridal Song'
Step we gaily, on we go,
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row an row,
All for Mairi's wedding.
Over hill and up and down,
Myrtle green and bracken brown,
Past the sheiling through the town,
All for sake of Mairi.
Step we gaily, on we go,
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row an row,
All for Mairi's wedding.
Red her cheeks as rowans are,
Brighter aye as any star,
Fairest o them all by far,
Is our darlin Mairi.
Step we gaily, on we go,
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row an row,
A' for Mairi's wedding.
Plenty herrin, plenty meal,
Plenty peat to fill her creel,
Plenty bonnie bairns as weel,
That's the toast for Mairi.
Step we gaily, on we go,
Heel for heel and toe for toe,
Arm in arm and row an row,
All for Mairi's wedding. [Applause.]
13
[Sarah Simpson]
Come a' ye jolly plooman laddies at work amon the grun,
And listen tae ma story if ye wint tae hae some fun,
I'm nae sae young's a I used tae be, some say I've hid ma
fling,
But I feel jist like a five year aul when I begin tae sing.
Oh lumpa looda lido, tooraloora lay,
I'll ca yer horse, I'll sort yer nowt, I'll big a ruck o strae,
I'm as happy's a lark fae dawn till dark, singin a' the day,
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay.
At Ellon feein mairket, noo listen fit I say,
A mannie spiert gin I could work a pair a ten oor day,
Or if I can full muck we a man, he fairly gart me gape,
Says I, auld man far I come fae, we fill muck wi a graip.
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay,
I'll ca yer horse, I'll sort yer nowt, I'll big a ruck o strae,
I'm as happy's a lark fae dawn till dark, singin a' the day,
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay.
I bothied for a sax month at a place they ca
Balcairn,
Fan I gaed hame, the bothy lads they took me for a bairn,
Wi horny hauns, they ate biled spuds, the bothy fleer they
happit,
Wi sharnie beets I trampit a spud and I said, I like mine
chappit.
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay.
I'll ca yer horse, I'll sort yer nowt, I'll big a ruck o strae,
I'm as happy's a lark fae dawn till dark, singin a' the day,
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay.
The nicht I mairried Mary-Ann I got maist affa
fu,
Fen the minister startit tae tie the knot there wis a how-d'ye-doo,
He said, young man fit is yer name, and have ye got the ring?
Ye should hae seen the mannie's face when I began tae sing:
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay.
I'll ca yer horse, I'll sort yer nowt, I'll big a ruck o strae,
I'm as happy's a lark fae dawn till dark, singin a' the day,
Oh lalta-faloora-lido, tooraloora lay. [Applause.]
14
[George Barclay, 'Bonnie
Wee Trampin Lass']
As I gaed oot ae summer's nicht,
Nae thinkin o the hours goin by I wandered by the toll,
I wisnae ower lang by the toll fin Corbie's burn I passed,
Fit de ye think at I met ere, but a bonnie wee trampin lass.
Oh far are ye gaun? Gie me yer haun, oh foo
are ye daein? says I,
Haud up yer heid my bonnie wee lass and dinna look sae shy;
Far dae ye bide? Far dae ye stay? Come tell tae me yer name.
Dae ye think yer faither'd be angry noo gin I were tae see
ye hame?
She said that she wis workin doon in the maltin[?]
fields,
Trampin banks o ??? and likin it unco weel,
She said she hid tae bob a wik, and wisnae unco time,
Says I my lass fit maitters is that soon ye will be mine.
Oh far are ye gaun? Gie me yer haun, oh foo
are ye daein? says I,
Haud up yer heid my bonnie wee lass and dinna look sae shy;
Far dae ye bide? Far dae ye stay? Come tell tae me yer name.
Dae ye think yer faither'd be angry noo gin I were tae see
ye hame?
Noo that we are mairried, we're happy as can
be,
Twa little lassies by oor side and a laddie on wir knee,
I aften stroll doon by the toll fan I think o the days gan
past,
But as lang's I live, I'll nivver forget ma bonnie wee trampin
lass.
Oh far are ye gaun? Gie me yer haun, oh foo
are ye daein? says I,
Haud up yer heid my bonnie wee lass and dinna look sae shy;
Far dae ye bide? Far dae ye stay? Come tell tae me yer name.
Dae ye think yer faither'd be angry noo gin I were tae see
ye hame?
[Applause.]
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