1. The Lullaby O Scotland
Herbertson
Scots wha ha wi Wallace bled
Flowers o the forest bloomin red
Bonnie Charlie’s long sin dead
Dry yer tears for Scotland
A Lullaby I’ll sing to you
If yer ma was here she’d sing it true
A braw white cross the saltire blue
Go to sleep wee darlin
Bonnie bairn don’t you cry
The English Bogie up and died
Slavery’s a state of mind
The lullaby of Scotland
Frae Sauchiehall tae Royal Mile
Where Rabbie Burns made honest toil
Tae Aberdeen where money’s oil
The lullaby of Scotland
Frae border lads tae Hieland men
In urban skies and Hieland glens
In tartan trews and whiskey bends
The lullaby of Scotland
A junkie’s blood a private sign
Spotting trains on the Oban line
Fantasies of a golden time
The lullaby of Scotland
Athens in the morning mist
Politicians stoned and pissed
Some kill wi swords
And some wi a kiss
The lullaby of Scotland
2.The Twa Corbies
Traditional
AS I was walking all alane
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t’other say,
"Where sall we gang and dine to-day?"
"-In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new-slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.
"His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady’s ta’en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.
"Ye’ll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I’ll pick out his bonnie blue een;
Wi’ ae lock o’ his gowden hair
We’ll theek our nest when it grows bare
"Mony a one for him makes mane,
but nane sall ken where he is gane;
O’er his white banes, when they are bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair."
3. Jock o Hazeldean
Sir W. Scott
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?
I’ll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride:
And ye sall be his bride, ladie,
Sae comely to be seen
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock o Hazeldean.
Now let this wilfu’ grief be done,
And dry that cheek so pale;
Young Frank is chief of Errington
And lord of Langley-dale;
His step is first in peaceful ha’,
His sword in battle keen
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock o Hazeldean.
A chain of gold ye sall not lack,
Nor braid to bind your hair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair;
And you the foremost o’ them a’
Sall ride our forest-queen
But aye she loot the tears down fa’
For Jock o Hazeldean.
The kirk was decked at morning-tide,
The tapers glimmer’d fair;
The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
And dame and knight are there:
They sought her baith by bower and ha’;
The ladie wisnae seen
She’s o’er the Border, and awa’
Wi’ Jock o Hazeldean.
4. Marches (Instrumentals)
Bells for Buglass
Herbertson
Scotland the Brave
Traditional
Hieland Laddie
Traditional
5. Broom o the Cowdenknowes
Traditional
How blythe was I each morn tae see
My lass come o’er yon hill
She leapt the burn and ran tae me
I met her with good will.
O the broom, the bonnie, bonnie broom
The broom o the Cowdenknowes
Fain wad I be in my ain country
Herding my faither’s yowes.
We neither herded ewes nor lambs
While by my side she lay
She gathered in the lambs at night
And cheered me all the day
Hard fate that I should banished be
Gang wearily and mourn
Because I loved the fairest lass
That ever yet was born
Fareweel, ye Cowdenknowes, fareweel
Fareweel all pleasures there
Tae wander by her side again is all I crave or care.
6. The Band o’ Shearers
Traditional
Summer days and heather bells
Come blooming owre yon high, high hills,
There’s yellow corn in all the fields
And autumn brings the shearin’.
Chorus:
O, bonnie lassie, will ye gang
And shear wi’ me the hale day lang?
And love will cheer us as we gang
To join yon band o’ shearers.
And if the weather be ower hot,
I’ll cast my gravot and my coat,
And shear wi’ you amang the lot,
When we join the band o’ shearers.
And if the weather be ower dry,
They’ll say there’s love ’twix you and I,
But we’ll proudly pass them by
When we join the band o’ shearers.
And when the shearing is all done,
And bravely falls the setting sun
We’ll hae some rantin’ roarin’ fun,
And gang nae mair top the shearing
7. Ay Waukin o
Burns
Ay Waukin O
Waukin still and weary
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie
Simmers a pleasant time
Flowers of every colour
The water rins owre the heugh
And I long for my lover
When I sleep I dream
When I wauk I’m eerie
Sleep I can get nane
For thinking on my dearie
Lanely night comes on
A’ the lave are sleepin
I think on my bonnie lass
And I bleer my een wi’ greetin
8. Bonnie Lassie o
Traditional with second verse composed by Herbertson
Oh the shearin’s no for you my bonnie lassie-o
Oh the shearin’s no for you my bonnie lassie-o
Oh the shearin’s no for you my bonnie lassie-o
For you back it widnae boo and your belly’s roarin fu’ my bonnie lassie-o
Oh the heather blooms for a’ my bonnie lassie
Oh the heather blooms for a’ my bonnie lassie
Oh the heather blooms for a’ and there’s room for one who’s sma’
Oh the heather blooms for a’ my bonnie lassie
9. Marches (instrumentals)
Traditional
The Black Bear/Fareweel to the Creels
10. Home frae the Wars
Herbertson
Build me a castle where the rooks wheel and caw
Make it a ruin with beauty and a’
Rest there my body but wander my soul
For I don’t need a reason to look from the shore
For men who are weary come home from the wars
Dream me an ocean where the waves dinnae fa’
Make it a haven for sailors and a’
Where are the healers to mend what is flawed
Who don’t need a reason to look from the shore
For men who are weary come home frae the wars
Fetch me a heather , white as the sna’
Make it a wreath for the boys that I know
All of my tears could no make it gra’
I don’t need a reason to look from the shore
For men who are weary come home from the wars
For who needs a reason to look from the shore
For men who are weary come home frae the wars
11. The Galway Shawl
Traditional
Near Orenmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I saw a coleen, so young and handsome
She fairly stole my breath away.
She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paint no powder, no, none at all.
she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders was the Galway Shawl.
We kept on walking, we kept on talking,
’Till her father’s cottage came into view.
she said: ’Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please him "The Foggy Dew."
She sat me down beside the fire
I met her father, he was six feet tall.
And soon her mother had the kettle singing
All I could think on was her Galway shawl.
I played "The Blackbird" and "The Stack of Barley",
"Rodney’s Glory" and "The Foggy Dew",
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
And tears stole into her eyes of blue.
’Twas early, early, all in the morning,
I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said 'Goodby, sir,' and she cried and kissed me,
And my heart remains with her Galway shawl.
12. Belfast Rose
Herbertson
The last red rose of summer
As red as red can be
Fairer than the others
But not so fair as she
Flags of every colour
Men have died for those
Blood as red as flowers
As red as any rose
So softly fills my room
With her haunting sweet perfume
Here then gone forever
My bonnie Belfast rose
Tell me all your stories
Days of long ago
Beauties rare and splendid
But not my Belfast rose
So softly fills my room
With her haunting sweet perfume
Here then gone forever
My bonnie Belfast rose
Farewell my restless visions
Gone like glad old clothes
Some you keep forever
But not my Belfast rose.
13. Coulters Candy
Traditional
Ally, bally, ally bally bee,
Sittin’ on yer mammy’s knee
Greetin’ for anither bawbee,
Tae buy mair Coulter’s candy.
Ally. bally, ally, bally bee,
When you grow up you’ll go to sea,
Makin’ pennies for your daddy and me,
Tae buy mair Coulter’s Candy.
Mammy gie me ma thrifty doon
Here’s auld Coulter comin’ roon
Wi’ a basket on his croon
Selling Coulter’s Candy.
Little Annie’s greetin’ tae
Sae whit can puir wee Mammy dae
But gie them a penny atween them twae
Tae buy mair Coulter’s Candy.
Poor wee Jeannie’s lookin’ affa thin,
A rickle o’ banes covered ower wi’ skin,
Noo she’s gettin’ a double chin
Wi’ sookin’ Coulter’s Candy.
Arrangements:
Tracks 1, 3, 6, 8, 10, 11 Herbertson & Carroll
Tracks 5, 7 Herbertson
Tracks 4, 9 Carroll, Jarrett
Tracks 2 Herbertson, Jarrett
Engineered and produced by Phil Green, Blue Room Studio, Manchester
Thanks to Marcos, Lager Studio, Recklinhausen for demo work
All rights of the producer and of the owner of the recorded work reserved. Unauthorised copying, public performance, broadcasting, hiring or rental of this recording prohibited.
Original lyrics and arrangements ©2001 Craig Herbertson