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Far Over the Forth
04:42
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Far over the Forth
I look to the North
But what is the North
Wi' it's heighlands tae me?
The South, nor the East
gie ease tae ma breast
It's a far foreign land
o'er the wild rollin sea
Ah the lang summer days
Among the heather and the bracken
And oh for the look
O' his bonny blue ee!
But wee did ah ken
That the wild western ocean
Would be rollin this day
Between ma laddie an me
We trysted our love
On the cairn on the mountain
The deer and the roe
Stood bridesmaidens tae me
And my love's trysting glass
Was the clear crystal fountain
What then was the world
Tae ma laddie an me?
So I'll look to the North
as I look o'er the Forth
But what is the North
Wi' it's heighlans tae me?
For the lad I loo best
Is far in the West
And he's seekin a hame
For ma bairnie an me
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Will Ye Gang, Love
03:25
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Will ye gang love, and leave me noo?
Will ye gang love, and leave me noo?
Would ye forsake yer ain love true
and gang wi' a lass that ye never knew?
My love, he stands at yon chaumer door
Coomin doon his yellae hair
His curly locks I like tae see
I wonder if my love minds on me
I wish, I wish I wish in vain
I wish I were a maid again
But a maid again I'll never be
Till an apple grows on an orange tree
I wish, I wish my bairn was born
I wish it lay in daddy's arms
and I mysel were dead and gone
and the wavy grass all around my growin
As lang's my apron did bide doon
He followed me frae toon tae toon
But noo it's up aboun my knee
My love gaes by but he kens nae me
Mak my grave baith lang and deep
And put a rose at my hied an feet
And in the middle a turtledove
Let the people know that I died fer love.
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Death
I am from the old north sea
raging with the life of thee
Fury sings on wind you see
Ever calls the woman’s grief
Your throat becomes a river reed
Your flesh shall form an autumn seed
Your Bones become the golden leaf
Your ribs harbor new life to breed
Woman
Are you Jacob’s angel?
Must we wrestle?
I am too old in my bones for a miracle
Death
I am no angel, but I ain't the devil
I am the turning of the season and you know me well woman
Woman
Was that you in my summer hall?
shimmering like a pagan god?
all my bairns born for breath and breast
They sleep now in the earth instead
Death:
I am what I am
Shadow companion
Nothing more, nothing less, though in my breast what could I hope for?
Woman
Let me come near you then
Let me comfort you then
For I have lived an age and it is hope that we all crave
O Death
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Brontide
04:07
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You roll over me like a Brontide in summer
You beckon me true like a lad calls his lover
I am seas away, Oh the miles I would cover!
To lay in your fields again
My clarion call is the raven in winter
She sings to me "Oh dear Sister! Don't linger!"
I hear your old bell, and your salty wind whisper
"Come lay in my fields again!"
Come Lay
Come Lay
Come Lay you down
I've built a good hearth here in North Carolina
Whelving down roots in a soil that is kinder
Healed in the shadow of Mountain Grandmother
I have found new fields, my friend
I'll lay
I'll lay
I'll lay me down
When I am old
And my bairns are all grown
I'll lay in your fields again
I will be your young lass again
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Who Killed Cock Robin?
03:16
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Who Killed Cock Robin?
Who Killed Cock Robin?
I said the Sparrow with my little bow and arrow
It was I, oh it was I
Who saw him die?
Who saw him die?
I said the fly, with my little beady eye it was I oh I saw him die
Who'll dig his grave?
Who'll dig his grave?
I said the Owl, with my little trowel
I'll dig his grave
Who'll sing a psalm?
Who'll sing a psalm?
I said the thrush as she sat on a bush
I'll sing a psalm
Who'll toll the bell?
Who'll toll the bell?
I said the bull, I know that I can pull
I'll toll the bell
All the birds of the air fell a sighing and a sobbing
When they heard the bell toll for Old Poor Cock Robin
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When the wind breathes down the slope
It soothes the weary bone
Our mother’s mothers sew their hope
In tapestries of stone
Our father’s fathers beaten brow
Lashed by thistle and thorn
Till more sow more break new ground
Know labors' cursed scorn
The midwife moon like a mother tending
I know the mountain brought us forth
From root to rising in our ending
For when they lay your bones down
There we will be homebound
Sons and daughters listen hard
While your youth is fleeting
Mind the men who make their mark
Watch the women weaving
Briar Borders can be found
In the summer’s setting
Boundary is a hand-me-down
The rocky cleft for cleaving
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Ca' The Yowes
04:43
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Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rows,
My bonnie dearie.
As I gaed down the water side,
There I met my shepherd lad;
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
Will ye gang down the water side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide?
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' you, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I shall be your dearie.
While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
Till clay-cauld death shall blin' my e'e,
Ye shall be my dearie!
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Sarah DeShields Boone, North Carolina
From the green rugged lands of Scotland, Sarah DeShields is a seasoned singer songwriter now living in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina
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