Scots Sangs Fur Schools

Traditional and new Scots songs for use in Scottish schools

WEST LOTHIAN SONGS - OLD AND NEW

On this page are the words of some songs of West Lothian.

If you want to get a recording so you can hear the tune use the 'Contact Us' page on the left to send a request.

You can find some more songs made with West Lothian schools for projects by selecting these pages on the left - 'Bankton PS Harvest Songs', 'Bathgate Once More'.

Choose 'Carmondean Songs' to hear some fine singing of Scottish songs by Carmondean Folkscene.

OUR TOWN LIVINGSTON
TUNE: Bonny Laddie, Heilan Laddie 

The New Town grew in ‘62
From farms and mansions, mills and mines
And they were added to the brew for our town of Livingston
In the rolling countryside old Livingston Village, it was there
And then came houses like a tide for people coming to Livingston.

Livingston, Livingston

Busy, noisy, full of life, our town, Livingston
Lots of good people here, living in Livingston
The football club, the swimming pool, our town, Livingston
The skate park and the cinema, living in Livingston 

Livingston, Livingston

The pond is full of swans and ducks, our town, Livingston
The Centre’s full of folk and cars, living in Livingston
Beautiful our scenery, our town, Livingston
Joyful, fab, and full of fun, living in Livingston                

Livingston, Livingston

Offices and factories, schools for young folk just like us
Shops and churches, libraries, for our town Livingston
The theatre at Howden Park, our town, Livingston
Shows and concerts, dancing too, living in Livingston

Livingston, Livingston

Who helped to make this song? Bankton, Peel and Carmondean
Would you like to learn our song about our town, Livingston?
Maybe yes or maybe no, but on one thing we agree,
Here’s the finest place to grow………………living in Livingston
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIVINGSTON!


 

THE red bings of west lothian  

This song was written in 2010 by Gill Bowan with West Lothian pupils at Holy Family RC Primary, Winchburgh,as part of the Shale Villages project organised by John Holt of the Shale Oil Museum and Nancy Douglas , Cultural Co-ordinator, West Lothian Council.

It is sung by Carmondean Folkscene on this page.

CHORUS
Man made the landscape,
Man made the view
And the red bings in West Lothian
They mind baith me and you.

1.Thousands came from far and near tae dig deep underground
Tae sink the shafts and shift the soil, shove the hutches, spill the spoil
And blast away the shale for oil that made West Lothian
And lives were lost; sadly, that’s the price of progress CHORUS

2.The women had it hard enough wi’ a’ they mouths tae feed
Coals tae cairry, weans tae tend, tubs tae fill and claes tae mend,
Workin’ a’ the ‘oors God sends and never get nae rest
CHORUS

3.Just a room and kitchen for two and six a week
Little left tae spend on beer, we’re raisin’ seven children here
We’ll tak a lodger for a year and try tae mak ends meet.
CHORUS

4. Scottish ingenuity, Scottish brains and brawn
Raised a row of chimney stacks, built upon our aching backs
Open sores and paraffin hacks were a’ we had tae show
And lives were lost; sadly that’s the price of progress
CHORUS, repeat last line.

From an original composition by Gill Bowman with children from Holy Family Primary, Winchburgh, adapted and arranged for Carmondean Folkscene by Liz Reid

 

THE BONNY LASS O LIVINGSTONE
Anice Gilland, West Lothian singer, notes in her publication West Lothian Lilts that this song was “Written by James Japp, 1792-1860. The original air is unknown, hut scans well with the tune White Cockade”. Another usable tune is Bonny Laddie, Heilan Laddie.

A bonnier lass there never was
The sun ne’er shone the like upon
She’s fair and sweet, neat and complete
The bonnie lass of Livingstone

And in her face there shines sic grace
Her smile’s sae sweet to look upon
Sae fair’s the lass, nae can surpass
The bonnie lass of Livingstone

When night comes near , and all is drear
My fancy roams on her alone
She is the light that cheers the night
The bonnie lass of Livingstone

My every prayer, my every care
My every thought I think upon
Tis ‘Were she mine, this maid divine’
The bonnie lass of Livingstone