Scots Sangs Fur Schools

Traditional and new Scots songs for use in Scottish schools

BRECHIN - NEW SANGS AND AULD SANGS


P4R Tune: Ye Canny Shove Yer Grannie

(Written with Ewan, 30th August)


Brechin in the country side

Brechin in the country side

We’ve got a brand new pool

And that is really cool

Brechin in the country side


Brechin in the country side

Brechin in the country side

People have pets

That go to the vets

Brechin in the country side


Brechin in the country side

Brechin in the country side

Thomas the Tank Engine

It’s time he got a pension

Brechin in the country side


Brechin in the country side

Brechin in the country side

[sung in posh voice]

Brechin City

It’s really rather pretty

Brechin in the country side


Brechin in the country side

Brechin in the country side

Brechin City team

It’s as tasty as icecream

Brechin in the country side


First verse again





P4H Tune: Tramps And Hawkers

(Written with Ewan, 30th August)


The man who invented came frae Brechin toon

The man who invented came frae Brechin toon

So planes can fly about the sky and they’ll never CRASH

The man who invented came frae Brechin toon


He’s standing in the Squarie, his name is Watson Watt

He’s standing in the Squarie, his name is Watson Watt

His statue’s made of metal, he’s holding up a plane

He’s standing in the Squarie, his name is Watson Watt


Brechin has a cathedral, down frae Maisondieu

Brechin has a cathedral, down frae Maisondieu

The Round Tower aside it points up to the clouds

Brechin has a cathedral, down frae Maisondieu


Brechin City football team, their park is called The Glebe

Brechin City football team, their park is called The Glebe

The manager is Darren Dodds, they’re doing very well

Brechin City football team, their park is called The Glebe


Brechin toon is awesome, amazing and cool

Brechin toon is awesome, amazing and cool

It’s ancient and exciting, it’s brilliant, it’s the BEST

Brechin toon is awesome, amazing and cool

AULD SANGS


THE RIGS O RYE

Twas in the month o sweet July
Afore the sun had pierced the sky
Twas in below yon rigs o rye
That I heard twa lovers talkin


The lad said, "Lass, I must away
I have nae langer time tae stay
But I've a word or two tae say
If ye've the time, love, tae tarry"


"Yer faither o you he taks great care
Yer mither ties up your gowden hair
Yer sister says ye will get nae share
If ye gang wi me, love, a stranger"


"Let my faither fret an my mither froun
My sister's words I do disown
Tho they were deid an below the grun
I wad gang wi ye, love, a stranger"


"O lassie, lassie, yer fortune's smaa
Perhaps it will be nane at aa
Ye're no a match for me at aa
Gae lay ye yer love on some ither"


The lassie's courage began tae fail
Her lips grew wan an her cheeks grew pale
Her tears cam tricklin doun like hail
Or a heavy shower in the simmer


An the laddie he bein o courage fine
He's taen her up an he's kissed her syne
Sayin, "Lassie, lassie, ye will be mine
I said it aa for tae try ye"


An the laddie he bein o courage bauld
A lad scarcely nineteen years auld
He's ranged the hills an the valleys ower
An he's taen his bonnie lassie wi him


An this couple thae are mairriet nou
An thae hae bairnies, ane or two
Thae live in Brechin the winter thro
An in Montrose in the simmer



TRAMPS AN HAWKERS

O come a' ye tramps and hawker-lads an gaitherers o blaw
That tramp the country roun and roun, come listen one and a
Ah'll tell tae ye a rovin tale o sights that I hae seen
Far up intae the snowy north, or sooth by Gretna Green


Ah've seen the high Ben Nevis, a towerin tae the moon
Ahve been by Crieff an Callander, an roon by bonny Doon
Ah've seen Loch Nethy's silvery tide, an places ill tae ken
Far up into the snowy north lies Urquart's fairy glen


Aftimes ah laugh tae mysel when trudgin on the road
Wi a bag o meal upon ma back, ma face as broun's a toad
Wi lumps o cheese and tattie-scones, an breid an braxie ham
Ah'm nae thinking whaur ah'm comin frae, nor whaur ah'm gaun tae gang


Ah'm happy in the simmer-time, a eneath the bright blue sky
Nae thinkin in the mornin, at nicht where ah'm tae lie
Bothies or barns or ony place, or oot amangst the hay
An if the weather does permit ah'm happy aa the day


Loch Lomond an Loch Katrine have aa been seen by me
The Dee, the Don, the Devron, that flaw tae the sea
Dunrobin Castle, by the way, ah nearly had forgot
An ay, the rickle o cairn that mairks the hoose o John o Groat


Ah've been by Gallowa, or roon aboot Stranraer
Ma business taks me ony gait, ah traivel near an far
Ash tak the rovin notion, there's nithin thit ah'll loss
For aa ah need is ma daily fare, an what'll pey ma doss


But ah think ah'll go tae Paddy's Land, ah'm makin up ma mind
For Scotland's greatly altered noo, and ah canna raise the wind
But if will trust in Providence, an if Providence prove true
Ah will sing a song o Erin's Isle when I come back tae you



HOW TO CHOOSE A HORSE THAT HAS WHITE LEGS

If he has ane, buy him, if he has twa, try him

If he has three, look aboot him, if he has fower, ging wi oot him


ON A TALE-TELLER

Clash-pyot, clash-pyot sits in a tree

Dings doon aipples, ane two three

Ain for the laidie, ain for the laird

But nane for the clach-pyot that delves in the yaird