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The House at Rosehill
03:13
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My great grandfather he worked on the land
Between river and railway with horse and by hand
A son and a grandson were eager to follow
They all called it home for a life of tomorrows
I remember it still, the house at Rosehill
My mother would collect all the apples from the garden
And all who stepped foot in the summer would have some
The door always open for neighbours and friends
Who’d arrive at midday but stay long after ten
I remember it still, the house at Rosehill
At Christmas time a man would appear by the clothes line
My sister and I being young at the time
Two pebbles for eyes and a scarf he would borrow
We didn’t stop to think he’d be gone by tomorrow
I remember it still, the house at Rosehill
And now all the shoes they have gone from the door
The Clydesdales and collies, they don’t work here anymore
Through four generations, many decades and milestones
We’ve all got our stories from the place we called home
I remember it still
We remember it still
I remember it still, the house at Rosehill
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The Bothy Lads
03:50
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The Bothy Lads
For they’re awfy lads the bothy lads
Gin they get what they’re seekin
They’ll pack a kist an they’ll gang an enlist
An’ leave the lassies greetin
When a wis noo but sweet sixteen
Wi’ beauty just in bloomin
Little little did I ken
At nineteen I’d be greetin
For the plooboy lads are gey braw lads
But they’re fause an deceiving
For they’ll tak a’ an they’ll gang awa
An leave the lassie’s greetin
If I had kent what I dae ken
An ta’en my mither’s bidden
Ah winna be sittin by oor fireside
Cryin hushaby my bairnie
Hushaba for I’m yer ma
The lord kens wha’s yer daddy
I’ll tak guid care an I’ll be aware
O the young lads in the gloaming
When a wis noo but sweet sixteen
Wi’ beauty just in bloomin
Little little did I ken
At nineteen I’d be greetin
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Son of No One
04:04
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Son of No One
I am the son of no one
Nobody’s for to claim
No father and no mother
To whom I owe my name
It’s a thousand times and over
I’ve paid for that woman’s shame
Still I’m waiting for that knock upon my door
I am the son of no one
There are others just the same
Past memories are tainted
By poverty and pain
No loved ones for to speak of
Only shadows that remain
Still I’m waiting for that knock upon my door
Still I’m waiting for that knock upon my door
Pray for me
Forgotten, nobody’s child
Pray for me
Nobody’s child
I am the son of no one
Nobody’s for to claim
No father and no mother
To whom I owe my name
It’s a thousand times and over
I’ve paid for that woman’s shame
Still I’m waiting for that knock upon my door
Pray for me
Forgotten, nobody’s child
Pray for me
Nobody’s child (rpt)
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4. |
I Missed the Boat
03:19
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I Missed the Boat
I’m stuck stood where I stand
I’m stuck stood where I stand
Will need to find another way
Or I’m on dry land another day
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I’ll sit and wait right here
I’ll sit and wait right here
I will sit and wait right here
Tomorrow it is drawing near
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I missed the boat today
I won’t reach the other side (I won’t reach the other side)
No I can’t reach the other side (I can’t reach the other side)
I won’t reach the other side (I won’t reach the other side)
No I can’t reach the other side (I won’t reach the other side)
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5. |
The Posie
04:02
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The Posie
O love will venture in where it daurna weel be seen,
O love will venture in where wisdom aince has been;
But I will down yon river rove, amang the woods sae green,
And a' to pu' a posie to my ain dear May.
The primrose I will pu', the firstling o' the year;
And I will pu' the pink, the emblem o' my Dear,
For she is the pink o' womankind, and blooms without a peer;
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.
The lily it is pure, and the lily it is fair,
And in her lovely bosom I'll place the lily there;
The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air,
And a' to be a posy to my ain dear May.
The woodbine I will pu' when the e'ening star is near,
And the diamond draps o' dew shall be her een sae clear;
The violet is for modesty which weel she fa's to wear,
And a' to be a posie to my ain dear May.
I'll tie the posie round wi' the silken band o' luve,
And I'll place it in her breast, and I'll swear by a' abuve,
That to my latest draught o' life the band shall ne'er remove,
And this will be a posie to my ain dear May.
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Let Ramensky Go
03:57
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Let Ramensky Go
There was a lad in Glesga town, Ramensky was his name
Johnny didnae know it then but he was set for fame
He did a wee bit job or two he blew them open wide
But they caught him and they tried him
And they bunged him right inside
Alley-ee alley-ay alley-oo alley-oh
Open up your prison gates
and let Ramensky go
And when they let him out he said he'd try his best but then
He yielded tae temptation and they bunged him in again
Now Johnny hit the headlines, entertained the boys below
When he climbed up tae the prison roof and gave a one-man show
But when the war was raging the brass-hats had a plan
Tae purloin some information, but they couldnae find a man
So they nobbled John in prison, asked if he would take a chance
Then they dropped him in a parachute beyond the coast of France
And when the war was over, they shook him by the hand
For stealing secret documents frae the German High Command
So Johnny was rewarded for the job he did sae well
They granted him a pardon frae the prison and the cell
But Johnny was in error when he tried his hand once more
For they caught him at a blastin', and it wasnae worth the score
The jury pled for mercy, but the judge's voice was heard
“Ten years without remission, and that's my final word”
Ten years, my lord, that's far too long, wee Johnny cried in vain
For if you send me up for ten I'll ne’er come out again
Oh give me another chance, my lord, I'm tellin' you no lie
For if you send me up for ten I'll sicken and I'll die
Now Peterheid's a fortress, its walls are thick and stout
But it couldnae hold wee Johnny when he felt like walking out
Five times he took a powder, he left them in a fix
And every day they sweat and pray in case he makes it six
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When a Knight Won His Spurs
When a knight won his spurs, in the stories of old,
He was gentle and brave, he was gallant and bold
With a shield on his arm and a lance in his hand,
For God (or love) and for valour he rode through the land.
No charger have I, and no sword by my side,
Yet still to adventure and battle I ride,
Though back into storyland giants have fled,
And the knights are no more and the dragons are dead.
Let faith be my shield and let joy be my steed
Against the dragons of anger, the ogres of greed;
And let me set free with the sword of my youth,
From the castle of darkness, the power of the truth.
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8. |
Annie Laurie
02:56
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Annie Laurie
Maxwellton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew,
And 'twas there that Annie Laurie
Gave me her promise true.
Gave me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.
Her brow is like the snawdrift,
Her neck is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest,
That e'er the sun shone on:
That e'er the sun shone on,
And dark blue is her e'e,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doun and dee.
Like dew on the gowan lying,
Is the fa' o' her fairy feet:
And like winds in summer sighing,
Her voice is low and sweet:
Her voice is low and sweet,
She's a' the world to me,
And for bonnie Annie Laurie,
I'd lay me doun and dee.
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9. |
The Gretna Girls
02:52
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The Gretna Girls
We cam tae the factory when the war it was far from being over
Oor troubles we packed up, we would dae oor bit for a’ the boys a far
Big cities and wee toons and fae a’ the country roon
Here come the Gretna girls!
Lodgins we did share, in the hostels firm friendships they were founded
But for a’ the times o’ joy the 12 hour shifts were there tae keep us lassies grounded
For country and for king, ammunition we would bring
Here come the Gretna girls!
The labour it was hard, the cordite polluted oor lungs
Hair and cheeks once rosy the colour of yella often turned
But for ten times the pay we would work another day…
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Come Spend a While Wi’ Me
Dae ye see yon mountains rise
'Neath the vast eternal skies
An' the world turns roun’ an' the sun gans doon
Afore your very eyes
An' the clock will no' turn back
So come on we'll hae the craic
Aye we'll hae oor fun, e'er this nicht is done
Come spend a while wi me
Chorus:
Come spend a while wi’ me
For your ay’ guid company
Aye an’ wha kens when we’ll meet again
An’ wha kens whaur we’ll be
We’ll lift oor hearts an’ sing
While the pipes an’ fiddles ring
And we’ll lift oor heels tae the jigs an’ reels
Come spend a while wi’ me
Well Davie’s songs were braw
Aye an’ Davie’s craic an’ a’
But there’s mony have gone as the years roll on
An’ Davie’s noo awa’
An’ the circle never ends
So we’ll drink tae absent friends
Aye we’ll raise a glass tae them that’s passed
Come spend a while wi’ me
We work and eat and sleep
Just tae earn oor meager keep
And the stress and strife o’ oor daily life
Is the harvest that we reap
But ye only get one chance
So come on and join the dance
Come forget your woe, let the music flow
And spend a while wi’ me
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Claire Hastings Glasgow, UK
Claire Hastings is a Scottish folksinger/songwriter based in Glasgow.
BBC Radio
Scotland’s Young Traditional Musician of the Year in 2015
Those Who Roam released 18.01.19
'A unique and original talent' (Maverick)
Hastings’ talents not just as a musician but as a compelling storyteller were obvious (The Herald)
www.clairehastings.com
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