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1)The Birks o’ Aberfeldy
Oh the summer blinks on flowery braes
and o’er the chrystal streamlet plays
come let us spend these lightsome days
In the Birks O Aberfeldy
While o’er their heads the hazels hing
The little birdies blythley sing
or lightly flit on wanton wing
In the Birks O Aberfeldy
Bonnie Lassie will ye gang
Will ye gang, will ye gang
Bonnie lassie will ye gang
Tae the Birks O Aberfeldy
Now the braes ascend like lofty wa’s
the foaming stream deep roaring Fa’s
Oer hung wi fragrant spreading shaws
in the birks O Aberfeldy
the Hoary cliffs are crowned wi flowers
White o’er the linn the burnie pours
and rising weets wi misty showers
in the Birks of Aberfeldy
Let fortunes gifts at random flee
They ne’er shal draw a wish fae me
Supremely blessed wi love and thee
In the Birks O Aberfeldy
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Living on the Road
03:23
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2) Living on the Road
The brakes are off we’re ready to go
Where we’re going to nobody knows
We’ll follow the signs, we’ll put our trust in God
we’ll be living on the road
Put it on the website, play it on the radio
read it in the paper, come along and see the show
We’ll be sticking up posters, putting flyers through your door
We’ll be living on the road
cause its a burning desire, taking it higher
a hot cutting wire, burning like fire
do doo doo!
We are starting in the North with the usual crew,
then were heading south but you can come too
the Highlands and the islands is our first port of call
We’ll be living on the road.
then we’re heading to Ireland and all the counties through
just give as a date, we’ll bring the music to you
Cork and Tipperary, Kerry ,Galway and Clare
We’ll be living on the road.
Scotland, Ireland, England, Wales
All tied up with monkeys tales
Its a start but its just a part
there’s a whole wide world just waiting there
Euro-trains, tunnels and planes,
an ocean wide, a great divide
We’ll cross them all on a dualling tide
You’ll see, You’ll see
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3) The Dark Island
Away to the west ward I'm longing to be,
Where the beauties of heaven unfold by the sea
Where the sweet purple heather blooms fragrant and free
On a hilltop high above - The Dark Island
Chorus
Oh, isle of my childhood, I'm dreaming of thee,
As the steamer leaves Oban and passes Tiree
Soon I'll capture the magic that lingers for me
When I'm back once more upon - The Dark island
So gentle the sea breeze that ripples the bay
Where the stream joins the ocean and young children play
On the strand of pure silver I'll welcome each day
And I'll roam forever more - The Dark Island
True gems of the Hebrides bathed in the light
Of the mid-summer dawning that follows the night
How I yearn for the cries of the seagull in flight
As they circle high above - The Dark Island
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Lig Osna 'The Sigh'
03:35
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Slow Air on the fiddle
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The Phantom Fiddler
04:32
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5)The Phantom Fiddler
There is a phantom Fiddler and he plays a fiddle true
but ne’er a note or even a scratch is heard by me or you
He plays throughout the country and he plays in every fair
in every half-decent session he surely will be there
He’ll get there early just to get the perfect spot
his fiddle cradled on his knee he’s timed it to the dot
He’ll have a pint sat by his chair he’ll rosin up his bow
but folks the phantom fiddler only plays the tunes he knows
he plays a jig and he plays a reel and he plays a polka too
But when asked to play a solo he will surely answer No!
Sit in close and you will see the air tween string and bow
he’s living every note, but he’s miming every stroke
It has been said that once before the fiddle met the bow
but the beauty of the sound well it caused the fiddle to glow
so they had him make a promise many moons ago
he’d never play another note on his fiddle or his bow
chorus
now its been rumoured there’s a cure
A cure that nobody knows
but I have heard it whispered and this is how it goes
One nogin of the pure poteen be held in each right hand
saves our tongues from being bound as the music takes command
One nogin of the pure poteen be dropped into his pint
releases him from the promis that they had him made that night
So now we know the cure folks its time to put to rights
So raise your glasses one and all cause folks tonight’s the night!
he plays a jig and he plays a reel and he plays a polka too
But when asked to play a solo he will surely answer ...Yes!
Instrumental
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6)Ye Banks and Braes
Lyrics: Rabbie Burns
Ye banks and braes O’ Bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair,
How can ye chant ye little birds and I sae weary, fu’ o’ care
Ye’ll break my heart ye little birds
That wantons through the flowering thorn.
Though minds me o’ departed joys,
departed never to return.
Aft’ hae I roamed by bonnie Doon
Tae see the rose and woodbine twine
and ilka bird sang o’ its love
and fondly sae did I o’ mine
Wi lightsome heart I pu’d a rose
Fu’ sweet upon its thorny stem
but my fause love he stole my rose
But Ah! he left the thorn wi me
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7. |
The House of MacDonald
04:09
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7)The House O MacDonald
Oh cruel is the snow that sweeps Glencoe
and covers the grave o’ Donald
Oh cruel was the foe that raped Glencoe
and gone was the house o’ MacDonald
They came in a blizzard we offered them heat
a roof o’er their head, dry shoes for their feet
we wined them. we dined them
we ate of their meat and
they slept in the house o’ MacDonald
chorus
They came in the night while the men were asleep
this band of Argylls through snow soft and deep
loke murdering foxes amongst helpless sheep
they slaughtered the house o’ MacDonald
chorus
gaelic interlude
chorus
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Kinvara Town (Waltz)
Tribute to the Commune
The Rain Polka
Dualta's Polka
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CRATHADH D' AODAICH A GHAOIL
Crathadh d' aodaich a ghaoil
thig thu 'n taobh seo mu Shamhainn
Crathadh d' aodaich a ghaoil
thig mu ma bhios gaoth ann
(X2)
Bidh thu nad ruith air an rathad
Bidh thu nad ruith air an rathad
Bidh thu nad ruith air an rathad
Sìor chrathadh d' aodaich
(X2)
Pòg o Leannan an Fhìdhleir
Pòg o leannan an fhìdhleir
Pòg o leannan an fhìdhleir
Pòg o leannan an fhìdhleir
’S a trì o leannan an tàilleir
(x 2)
Pòg o nighean nan caorach
Pòg o nighean nan caorach
Pòg o nighean nan caorach
’S o nighean nan gobhar nam faodainn
(x 2)
’S laoch dhi giollan na fìdhle
’S laoch dhi giollan na fìdhle
’S laoch dhi giollan na fìdhle
B’ fheàrr leam gum bu leam fhìn i
(x 2)
FEAR A BHIOS FADA GUN PHOSADH
Fear a bhios fada gun phòsadh fàsaidh feur is fraoch is fireach air
Fear a bhios fada gun phòsadh fàsaidh feusag mhòr air!
(x2)
Fàsaidh feur air fàsaidh fraoch air fàsaidh feur is fraoch is fireach air
Fàsaidh feur air fàsaidh fraoch air fàsaidh feusag mhòr air
Fàsaidh feur air fàsaidh fraoch air fàsaidh feur is fraoch is fireach air
Fear a bhios fada gun phòsadh fàsaidh feusag mhòr air
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10) O’ The Summertime is Coming
Oh the sumertime is coming
and the trees are sweetly blooming
and the wild mountain thyme
grows around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go
I will build my love a tower
by that pure clear chrystal fountain
and around it I will pile
all the flowers of the mountain
Will ye go lassie go
And We’ll all go together
to pull wild mountainthyme
all around the blooming heather
will ye go lassie go
If my true love she is gone
I will surely find another
to pull wild mountain thyme
all around the blooming heather
will ye go lassie go.
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MacPhersons Rant
04:12
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11)MacPhersons Rant
farewell ye dungeons dark and strong
farewell farewell tae thee
MacPherson’s time will no be long
on yonder gallows tree
It was by a woman’s treacherous hand
I was condemned tae dee
when a’blow a ledge at a windo I stood
and a blanket she threw o’er me
sae rantinly sae dauntenly
sae wantonly gaed he
he played a tune and he danced it roon
a’blow yon gallows tree
now the Laird o’ Grant that highland sa’nt
who first laid hands on me
he played the cause on Peter Broon
tae let MacPherson dee
I say untie these bands from off of my hands
and gie tae me my sword
for there’s no a man in all Scotland
but I’d brave him at a word
chorus
well there’s some come here tae see me die
and some to buy my fiddle
but before that I do part wi her
I’ll brack her thr’ the middle
so he took the fiddle into baeth o his hands
and he broke her o’er a stone
saying there’s none ither hand shall play on me
when I am dead and gone
chorus
the reprive was coming o’er the brig o’ Banff
tae set MacPherson free
but they pit the clock a quarter a’fore
and they hanged him tae the tree
Oh little did my mother ken
the day she cradled me
a roving boy I would become
and hang on the gallows tree
chorus
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12. |
Lazy Days Set
04:07
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lazy Days Was the first tune I ever wrote...ironically I did't find out until years later that it was a Strathspey! (Which delighted me!) Fleming and Stein were two incredible musicians I had the honour of working with during my time in Co Galway and Co Clare.
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13)Skiddley idle Dee
Rabbie was a lilter he lilted over hill and dale
he lilted till the sun set down upon the sea
he lilted to the north and he lilted to the south
Lilting all over the world
But Scotland was his homeland your land and my land
fairest of them all land it's plain for all to see
Lilting in the higlands and of course the islands singing
skiddley idle deedle ee dum.
he was singing skiddley idle deedle dee dum
skiddley idle dee, skiddley idle dee,
skiddley idle deedle ee dum.
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Coming Home
04:03
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15)Coming Home
I’m coming home,
I’,m coming home,
I’m coming home X2
This is the time, the game is on
Back to the place where I belong
it’s been so long
But I knew that you’d be by my side
when the sun hits the morning tide
and I knew that some day you would say
come away, come away
chorus
well I’ve been through so much
but I never lose touch you’re a part of me
yes I’ve suffered and lost, I still carry the cost
but I’ve done my time, done my time
oh my heart is bleeding
and my soul is yearning
my tears are falling
but I’m not dreaming anymore
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16)Auld Lang Syne
Should auld aquaintance be forgot
and ne’er brought to mind.
Should auld aquaintance be forgot
for the sake of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne my dear, for auld lang syne
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
for the sake of auld lang syne
now here’s a hand my trusty friend
and gie’s a hand o’ thine
we’ll tak a cup of kindness yet
for the sake of auld lang syne
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Elsa McTaggart Music UK
Scottish fiddler, singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist. Out to bless, encourage and inspire others. Grateful to be alive!
and for having a wonderful husband (Mr Gary Lister) by my side who makes touring and traveling the world through music a reality. God is so good!
Photography by JKimages.gc
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