Tae a supper .....

nancy · Post by **nancy** » Wed Mar 30, 2005 10:43 pm

Thanks everybody for aw the verse,you've done the site proud.What a good night,surely enjoyed by all.

Post by **HeatherH** » Wed Mar 30, 2005 11:35 pm

Here's a nice one I found while browsing.Think it's fitting for our site.

Na Sguaban Arbhair - The stacks of corn

Rann/Verse 1
Bha mi raoir a' siubhal drathair
Last night I opened a drawer
'S thainig dealbh do mo laimh
and a picture came to hand
Dealbh mo sheannmh'ar is mo shean'ar
a picture of my grandmother and grandfather
'S balach og na shuidh' ri'n taobh
and a young boy sitting by their side

Rann 2
'S iad ag obair aig na sguaban arbhair
They were working on the corn stacks
Shuidh mi g'an coimhead fad' na h-oidhch'
I sat and looked at them all night
Thainig cianalas na m'chridhe
A deep sorrow came to my heart
'S thainig cuideam na mo laimh
and a great weight came to my hand

Seist/Chorus
Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh
(O for) Another chance to be home
Uair eile gu bhith beo
Another chance to be alive
Ruith mu'n cuairt na sguaban arbhair
Running around the stacks of corn
Uair eile gu bhith og
Oh to be young again

Rann 3
Cha'n e aois a tha mi sabaid
It isn't age I'm fighting against
Cha'n e mo bheatha nach eil slan
It isn't my life that's unwell
'S e bhith fuireach ann a' saoghal maide
It's living in a false world
Le chuid daoin' nach tuig mo chainnt
With its people who don't understand my language

Rann 4
Dh'fhalbh mo sheannmh'air 's mo shean'air
My grandmother and grandfather passed on
Thuit na sguaban arbhair sios
The stacks of corn fell down
Dh'fhalbh mi gu saoghal eile
I left to go to another world
'S dh'fhalbh a' Ghaidhlig bho mo bheul
And Gaelic went from my mouth

[Seist a-rithist/Chorus again]

Written in 1975 on the M8 from Glasgow to Edinburgh.

HK

Post by **HeatherH** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 1:08 am

Our Auld Scots Sangs

Oh, weel I lo'e our auld Scots sangs,
The mournfu' and the gay;
They charm'd me by a mither's knee,
In bairnhood's happy day:
And even yet, though owre my pow
The snaws of age are flung,
The bluid loups joyfu' in ray veins
Whene'er I hear them sung.

They bring the fond smile to the cheek,
Or tear-drap to the ee;
They bring to mind auld cronies kind,
Wha sung them aft wi' glee.
We seem again to hear the voice
Of mony a lang-lost frien';
We seem again to grip the hand
That lang in dust has been.

And, oh, how true our auld Scots sangs
When nature they portray!
We think we hear the wee bit burn
Gaun bickering doun the brae;
We see the spot, though far awa',
Where first life's breath we drew,
And a' the gowden scenes 'of youth
Seem rising to the view.

And dear I lo'e the wild war strains
Our langsyne minstrels sung-
They rouse wi' patriotic fires
The hearts of auld and young;
And even the dowie dirge that wails
Some brave but ruin'd band,
Inspires us wi' a warmer love
For hame and fatherland.

Yes, leese me on our auld Scots sangs-
The sangs of love and glee,
The sangs that tell of glorious deeds
That made auld Scotland free.
What though they sprung frae simple bards,
Wha kent nae rules of art?
They ever, ever yield a charm
That lingers round the heart.

I thought this was kind of fitting also.
HK

Post by **marilyn morning** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:09 am

A copy of the "Balmoral's Lament" was found in my gg grandmother, Margaret (Dixon) Morning family bible. Margaret left Scotland in 1883.

Balmoral's Lament

"Lochaber no more" Oh the bagpipes are wailing;
The mountains and valleys are shrouded with snow.
The wintry winds moan through the glen and the villiage,
And sad sounds the river-Victoria's gone.

She's gone to the land of the loyal and true hearted
And sore though we'll miss her, we must hold the pain.
But, oh, she was good and our hearts were tied to her
We'll never see the likes of Victoria again.

Spring soon will be hanging her Emerald mantle,
over hills and over valley and decking the tree
And the little birds singing from dawn till the dusk
But our hearts will be sad Queen Victoria, for thee.

The old folk, the young folk, the sad and the cheery
They'll all miss the Queen and the the tears will down fall.
So loving her words and so kindly her actions,
Oh who could help mouning Victoria's gone.

The humble, the old and the way worn she succoured
Yes reverenced was she from the cot to the grave
Oh sly come the cat and in like another among us
And she knew all about us our Queen that's away

And good, from the time and all ranks disregarding
Brought sorrows to her as he brings them to us all.
But nobly she bore them, she knew we all felt them,
Her griefs they were sore too, our Queen that's gone.

It's many a long year since she first came among us
And time endeared her to one and all,
But there's grief on the hillside, in glen and in village
For our own beloved Queen-our Vicotria's gone.

But she's gone away home to the rest she was needing
And met with her loved one and dearest of all.
Her loved one for who her loyal, true heart was broken
Oh we must'nt begrudge Heaven to our Queen that's gone

But white lies the snow on her own loved Craig-Gowan
The Dee sighs so mournful and wintry winds blow
And sad the heart is in the boughs of Balmoral
Yes there grief through all Scotland Vicotria's gone.

By Susan Dewar

Translated by HeatherK

Post by **HeatherH** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 3:16 am

Marilyn I cried the first time I read this and now I'm all sniffly again.
It's a keeper for sure and I'm glad you're sharing it on the forum.
(sniff)

HK

Post by **marilyn morning** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:26 am

Newspaper Clipping found in Margaret Morning's Family Bible

10 March 1900

Edinburgh

Queen Victoria was born in the Church of England, she was baptized in the Church of England, married in the Church of England and has a Church of England chaplain. The only other church she ever vistits, is the Established Church of Scotland, at Balmoral. She is Defender of the Faith, Queen of Great Britain and Ireland and Empress of India. So there does not seem to be any other thing to do, than set her down as a Protestant.

As published in the Lowell Sun Newspaper
Lowell, Massachusetts USA

Post by **HeatherH** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:30 am

Upon hearing of the Queens passing my Great Great grandfather Andrew ueate said"I can take my rest now,I've seen my Vicky home."She was dearly loved by her people from cradle to grave.

HeatherK

Post by **HeatherH** » Thu Mar 31, 2005 4:51 am

Good Night all.It was another lovely party.

The Scottish Emigrant's Farewell
Fareweel, fareweel, my native hame,
Thy lanely glens and heath-clad mountains!
Fareweel thy fields o' storied fame,
Thy leafy shaws and sparkling fountains.
Nae mair I'll climb the Pentlands steep,
Nor wander by the Esk's clear river;
I seek a hame far o'er the deep-
My native land, fareweel for ever!
Thou land wi' love and freedom crowned,
In ilk wee cot and lordly dwelling
May manly-hearted youth be found,
And maids in every grace excelling.
The land where Bruce and Wallace wight
For freedom fought in days o' danger,
Ne'er crouched to proud usurping might,
But foremost stood, wrong's stern avenger.

Though far frae thee, my native shore,
And tossed on life's tempestuous ocean,
My heart-aye Scottish to the core-
Shall cling to thee wi' warm devotion.
And while the waving Heather grows,
And onward rows the winding river,
The toast be "Scotland's broomy knowes,
Her mountains, rocks, and glens forever!"

I've swept up and straightend the rugs,we'll get the bottles and tins in the morning for the recycling.

HK