Sunday, January 31, 2010
Minstrel Boy.....& Ash Grove
Friday, January 29, 2010
Five Miles of Ellum Wood
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Monday, January 25, 2010
Moon River
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Judging Violins
Scottish Music in the 18th Century
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Lorena
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Take My Hand, Precious Lord
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Barb'ry Allen
A traditional Irish, English, Scottish song circa 1750
Barbara Allen
In Scarlet town where I was born
There was a fair maid dwelling
And every youth cried well away
For her name was Barbara Allen
Twas in the merry month of May
The green buds were a swelling
Sweet William on his deathbed lay
For the love of Barbara Allen
He sent a servant unto her
To the place she was dwelling
Saying you must come to his deathbed now
If your name be Barbara Allen
Slowly slowly she got up
Slowly slowly she came nigh him
And the only words to him she said
Young man I think you're dying
As she was walking oer the fields
She heard the death bell knelling
And every stroke it seemed to say
Hardhearted Barbara Allen
Oh mother mother make my bed
Make it long and make it narrow
Sweet William died for me today
I'll die for him tomorrow
They buried her in the old churchyard
They buried him in the choir
And from his grave grew a red red rose
From her grave a green briar
They grew and grew to the steeple top
Till they could grow no higher
And there they twined in a true love's knot
Red rose around green briar
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Farther Along
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Tammy's Waltz
Friday, January 1, 2010
Auld Lang Syne-Long Long Ago
Lyrics by Robert Burns.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?
- CHORUS:
- For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
We twa hae paidl’d i' the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.
- CHORUS
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie's a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.
- CHORUS