GIE'S A SONG OR SUMHIN

Moonwatcher · Post by **Moonwatcher** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 8:48 pm

Donald Where's Yer Troosers?

I've just come back from the Isle of Skye
Im no very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
"Donald where's yer troosers"

Chorus:
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I'll go
And all the lassies shout hello
"Donald where's yer troosers"

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feart that I would fall
Fur I hadnae on ma' troosers

To wear the kilt is my delight
It isna wrong, I know its right
The islanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the troosers

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 9:16 pm

Did ye hear the Rock an'roll verson of Donald where's yer trousers by Andy Stewert if I'm not mistaken.Loved it as a bairn but alas I've no turn table anymore.

HK

DavidWW · Post by **DavidWW** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 9:20 pm

HeatherK wrote:Did ye hear the Rock an'roll verson of Donald where's yer trousers by Andy Stewert if I'm not mistaken.Loved it as a bairn but alas I've no turn table anymore.
HK

It's even better that that, - he does it in about 6 or 7 different styles .......
rock only one among them........

Cannae mind th'ithers, apart from crooning ................

Davie

(an me wan prizes at skul fur spelling 'n' that.....

)

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 9:21 pm

I'll have to see if I can't get my hands on any of those.Must be a treat.

HK

marie · Post by **marie** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:12 pm

My uncle Peter always sang this song at family parties at Christmas and New Year:

Cold winter was howlin' o'er moorland and mountain
And wild was the surge of the dark rolling sea
When I met about daybreak a bonnie young lassie
Who asked me the road and the miles to Dundee.

Says I, "My young lassie, I canna weel tell ye,
The road and the distance I canna weel gie,
But if you'll permit me to gang a wee bittie,
I'll show you the road and the miles to Dundee."

The lassie consented and gie me her airm
Not a word did I speir wha the lassie micht be
She appeared like an angel in feature and form
As she walked by my side on the road to Dundee.

At length wi' the howe o' Strathmartine behind us
The spires o' the toon in full view we could see,
She said, "Gentle sir, I can never forget ye
For showin' me so far on the road to Dundee.

This ring and this purse please accept as a token
And surely there's somethin' that ye can gi'e me,
That in years to come I'll the laddie remember
Who showed me the road and the miles to Dundee?"

I took the gold pin frae the scarf on my bosom,
And said, "Tak' ye this, in remembrance o' me",
And bravely I kissed the sweet lips o' the lassie
And I pairted frae her on the road to Dundee.

So here's tae the lassie; I canna forget her,
And ilka young laddie wha's listenin' to me,
O never be sweir to convey a young lassie,
Though it's only to show her the road to Dundee

I treasure an old tape recording of him singing this at a family get together at my Grandma's in the 1960s. He died a long time ago. Through the wonders of technology I have been able to copy his singing ( with other family members' party peices) and make a really special family CD.

Marie

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:16 pm

This is magic.Just like Christmas at home.I'll be in tears in a minute.

HK

Moonwatcher · Post by **Moonwatcher** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:27 pm

The Wee Cock Sparra

A wee cock sparra sat on a tree,
A wee cock sparra sat on a tree,
A wee cock sparra sat on a tree
Chirpin awa as blithe as could be.
Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arra,
Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arra,
Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arra
And he said: 'I'll get ye, ye wee cock sparra.'
The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,
The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,
The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,
And he hit a man that was hurlin' a barra.
The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,
The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,
The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,
And said: 'Ye take me for a wee cock sparra?'
The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farra,
The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farra,
The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farra
And the boy stood and glowered; he was hurt tae the marra.
And a' this time the wee cock sparra,
And a' this time the wee cock sparra,
And a' this time the wee cock sparra
Was chirpin awa on the shank o' the barra.

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:46 pm

Can we make requests?If so does anyone know "My Grannie's Hieland Hame"?

HK

Moonwatcher · Post by **Moonwatcher** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 10:54 pm

One of the greatest love songs in any language
by one of the world's greatest poets.

My Luve Is Like a Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns

O, my luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June
O, my luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune

As fair art thou, my bonie lass
So deep in luve am I
And I will luve thee still, my Dear
Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear
While the sands o' life shall run

And fare thee weel, my only Luve
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten thousand mile

StewL · Post by **StewL** » Wed Dec 29, 2004 11:14 pm

Hello Bob

I remember my late father singing that song on many occasion, he had a beautiful tenor voice which none of us inherited. Although as he got on in his life and the more he had to drink

he would make up the words at times, but no-one ever cared. He did have a great voice, and the old bugger could dance too.