FAREWELL TO THE HIGHLANDS
By Robert Burns
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth ;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
Will ye go to
the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay,
Will ye go to the Highlands wi' me?
Will ye go to the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay,
My pride and my darling to be.
O ye are the
The flow'r o' the west countrie;
O gang to the Highlands, Leezie Lindsay,
My pride and my darling to be.
I've goud and I've gear, Leezie Lindsay,
And a heart that lo'es only but thee;
They shall be thine, Leezie Lindsay,
Gin ye my lov'd darling will be.
She has kilted
her coats o' green satin,
She has kilted them up tae the knee,
And she's aff wi' Lord Ranald MacDonald,
His pride and his darling to be.
Robert Burns only knew the chorus of this song. The verses above were written by Robert Allan of Kilbarchan.
Leezie is an old way of saying Lizzie, which is 'short' for Elizabeth. 'Goud' is gold, 'gear' means possessions.
When she kilted her coats up, they were so long they would have tripped her up while they were travelling quickly, so she folded them up and pinned them.
The song is sung by Arthur Johnstone.
WHA SAW THE 42ND?
Wha saw the 42nd, wha saw them gaun awa
This song is about soldiers of the 42nd Highland Regiment, The Black Watch, marching along the Broomielaw which runs alongside the River Clyde in Glasgow. They are going to board a ship to travel abroad, maybe to fight in a war, but the song makes fun of how they are dressed. In Perth the song marched them down the Thimbleraw.
Many people remember another
verse that makes fun of the classes of Scottish city children who used to be sent to rural farming areas to lift the potatoes (tatties).
THE DROVIN TRADE
Made and sung by Ewan McVicar
[Tune : Over The Hills And Far Away]
Over the hill and down the glen, daunderin cattle and chivvyin men
Through the pass and across the ford, On the way to Muir of Ord
Little black cows gathered on the strath, down from the sheilings, parted from their calves
Metal shod for the metalled road, sleep at the stance then on they go
Cattle from Sutherland, Caithness and Kyle, Harris and Lewis and the Summer Isles
From Aultbea, Ullapool, Loch Maree, By Kinlochewe to Achnasheen
At Bonar Brig there's tolls to pay, A dram at every inn on the way
Where ye pay for the stance and get the news, buy new brogues and mend
Meet at the trysts wi yer cronies an friends, swappin lies wi the money men
Send yer dogs back home on their own, then tread that long road all alone
The drovin trade is no soft life, Away for months from yer land and yer wife
Yer joints complain in the rain and cold, All for a handful of beaten gold
Thousands of little black cows [not the bigger hairy ones we now call Highland cattle] were bought by men called drovers, who drove them across the wilds of the Highlands, to meet together and sell them at the 'trysts' . The Muir Of Ord was the biggest tryst in the north. The cows would walk a dozen miles a day, and stop at a 'stance' each night where there was feed for them.
They were driven south to Falkirk Tryst then on down to England - months of walking.
When the drive was finished the drover would tell his dogs to run home, and they would stop at the droving inns to be fed.
Brogues are shoes. In those old days they might be made of soft untanned leather, gathered up around the ankle with a leather lace.
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